What happens when a rejected poem speaks? What does it say? How does it feel?
What is something that I love so much in this world, I consider it to be a friend to me?
How do I feel about writing? I decided to write this reflective essay and share it with you all. I hope you will like it.
I am posting this again. I wrote this piece back in 2006 after I got my first tattoo ever. I truly love the art and storytelling that can go into having a meaningful tattoo.