A Tattooed Miracle.

Sugar skull girl, charcoal and pencil.

P.C: dorotheabarre.tumblr.com

Ah, there you are!

I saw you, stumbling your way around all over the place. Walking around with a steady feet, a trip and a tilt, here and there. A stumble that made your eyes go wide. A fall so hard, and so full of hurt that it clenched my heart. I saw you cry. I saw you give up. But as I watched, you got up, dusted yourself off, and walked again with a doubtful gait, with hesitation, but you walked, nonetheless. It was all you, I realized, and all I ever did was leave a mark on you every time you fell. Something small, something big, sometimes light, sometimes dark. Permanent, all over your body. That’s all I ever did, and that’s all I’ll ever do.

I watched you, smiling, yelling, mumbling, whispering, to your demons. You stood your ground, there were moments when you wavered, and you were so close to falling. I held my arms wide open to catch you but I knew I never could. And yet, you stood your ground, so strong and so full of determination, and I watched as you overcame, as you befriended the void, and that was where I could come into picture, the only ever time again, for I had to make an imprint all over you. Another impression, another layer, but just as bold and bright.

I noticed every thing that you did. Even if it broke your heart, I perceived it the way you did, trying to understand the hidden pages that were, most definitely, spilling out from you, even though it was invisible to the rest of the world. You went about blindly, listening, doing and doing and doing, till it was done. Of course I was there, tracing every single thing. Darkening all the lines. This time though, I had to smear it all over. What could I do, but watch your every move and colour in a masterpiece on your canvas?

There were times when all I wanted was to blotch a few spots, mark a few lines, smudge a few pockmarks, but I could not even try. If I did, then you would disappear. Completely.

I’d have to start all over again and frankly, I don’t very much enjoy that particular part, even though I’ve been doing it every single day, and will be, for the rest of eternity.

So what if there’s a huge colourless spot? All I have to do is wait for you to fill it in with whatever your mind and heart is set out to do.

What would the world do without you, a tattooed miracle?

WBG :)x

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24 thoughts on “A Tattooed Miracle.

  1. LG says:

    You know, posts like this make me feel the generation gap. You’ve written excellently, your words have a lilting harmony that soothes and gladdens and a depth that belies your age. Yet I can’t fathom what it is about. I feel like I am reading my daughter’s words….my daughter is 12, an excellent writer (for her age), but half the time I feel we are talking two different languages.

    Lest you take it amiss, that comment is not a critique on your writing but my age-related disconnect. Oh, what I would give to be part of your world….

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    • That Weird Brown Girl says:

      Did you just indirectly call me old?

      Haha, kidding! 😛 Firstly, I always look forward to your comments because you give some of the best criticisms on here, so thank you!
      Secondly, this post, like many others, is open to varied interpretations. And if you still, don’t get it. Don’t sweat, it could probably be something really simple 🙂

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  2. Bashful Brunette. says:

    I love this post! Definitely inspiring.

    But I wanted to leave something here, I nominated your for a bloggers recognition award. I was just nominated for my first one so I’m probably to excited haha.
    Here are the rules as passed to me::
    If you want to (completely your choice) accept the award, here are the rules:
    1. You must write a post accepting this award
    2. Acknowledge the blogger that nominated you
    3. Briefly talk about how you got started blogging
    4. Give 2 pieces of advice for new bloggers
    5. Nominate 15 deserving bloggers!

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  3. righteousbruin9 says:

    I so love the two younger generations: Millennials and GenZ’ers, who will show those who doubt them, just how capable they are of rising to the challenges, which Hovering Elders have, for so long, denied them the honour of facing.

    Liked by 1 person

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