Tattooed music notes soak into her skin
They play in her veins
To the beat of her heart.
One Love hidden on the curve of her ankle
To remind her of yesterday
Give her hope for tomorrow.
Dispair and Freedom are at war on her wrists
Hiding in an unspoken language
For the days she doesn't want to understand.
She will never speak to you, silence hangs on her lips
But ask her to undress
And her body will tell her story.
Psalms will ring out,
Prayers will be whispered,
Forgiveness will be found
On this smooth, vulnerable canvas of life.
The only scars you will find
Are the ones she has designed.
They are her diary,
Her secret truth.
And no matter who you are
Or who you think you may be,
You have never known her
Until you've read her skin.
This moves me, almost to tears, yet its not sad at all.
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