and I was about to be thrown into the thorns
I had been thinking about getting a permanent scar
although I'm glad I had to wait
My brother introduced me to an artist
helped me pay for it
I got the first thing that came to mind
a symbol of faith I'd keep forever
even though I've fallen away from the trappings
I wasn't sure I'd like the experience
Turns out it became therapeutic
a combination of primal pain and intellectual stimulation
the rush of making a permanent decision
A tiny acceptable taste of self destruction
rebellion I can literally wear
Its in people's faces
Taking up space, shouting
A shift from being invisibly silent
Even when I can't speak
these scars speak for me
Telling the story of my life in symbology of my choosing
If no one else gets it
I do
I have absolutely no regrets
