The Scriptures on her skin…She looked around and around, there’s so many to choose from! Should she create her own or go with a creation on the wall chosen by another? The colors, the black and white, the lettering, so much to choose from. Should she go with something simple or profound?  Meaningful? Perhaps something someone would look at for a long time and just wonder. Their mind would want to know. Questions would lead to conversations and conversations build beautiful relationships, just like the printed scripture on her skin. Was it  someone she was in a relationship with? Her Dad, perhaps? It is very well known it is someone who was cared deeply for because all that is left are the words and symbols imprinted on her skin and the memories spoken about every time someone stopped to question who it was about. She is an open book, ready and willing to share her life through the scriptures imprinted on her skin.

The scriptures on her skin told the world so much. Each one carefully picked out with the most amazing detail. Maybe they were for someone or perhaps they were not. Maybe they told a story of her past, ones in which she didn’t want to speak the words and instead give someone a detailed picture that would last in their minds forever. Perhaps it’s something deeper than that. The scriptures may be more beautiful to her than the scars she left behind. Scars of pain that became her only way to heal and scars that told her story a bit better than she ever could. There are words written in a way where you must open your eyes freely to read them, perceive them for what they are not what you may think. With that said you may need to ask instead of jumping to conclusions that only you may see. There’s always a reason and there’s always a mark that leaves you speechless to want to know more.

When I close my eyes I see the beautiful Rose tattooed on his arm and the Rose on our ankles and all the beautiful reasons behind it. A connection we all had to one another during a time when we were all together. It’s the pictures we never forget. Like a child reading a book for the first time, they know no words just pictures. The memories, the chats, the whereabouts and the meaning. The times that brought us love, laughter and all the times that brought us the tears as well. The happy ones, the sad ones and all the beautiful memories that came with it.  She chose what she chose and he chose what he chose, it’s their story and theirs alone. They mark a certain memory and that memory stays. A memory between a daughter and her mother or a father and his wife. The pictures and words that spark those memories and stick with us forever.

Scriptures, pictures and words of wisdom, she walked into the tattoo shop and her life was never the same.

This was a prompt that I wrote about a couple months ago in a clubhouse room, “The writer’s way”. It had to be 200 words or less. I had one hundred and sixty three words to be exact and I woke up promoted to make it something a bit more. I hope you enjoyed it and you look at the scriptures, pictures and words on your skin or someone else’s as a beauty mark marked to tell a story of perspective, hope and memories that will last forever.

Love and Light, Always!

Diana Rose Borisuck.

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