Tattooed Beauty...

Why did I go through the pain of getting inked?.
From a tiny one more than a decade ago tattooed on my chest.
I chose the letter G not just because it's the first letter of my name. But because it's also the first letter of guidance.
I didn't know back then,
that one day I would need to call upon it.
Placing my hand over my Lady G tattoo on my chest.
As I needed that guidance,
for the person I was with,
sharing the experience of pain & support getting inked.
Later tried to destroy my spirit & confidence.
So for many years my tatts. Were a way of releasing my inner pain.
Transforming that energy into butterflies, hearts & stars.
As a visual armour against the sins & negativity,
anyone wanted to pose against me.
Purging my anger through the feeling of pain with every pin prick.
Then came the time to find myself,
digesting the reasons as to why I got inked.
Reading the story of my life drawn on my arm.
I realised through my darkness. My tattoos reflected my subconscious mind,
had always possessed beauty, love & light.
From then on getting inked,
was my passion, happiness & high creativity.
An outlet of my thoughts & inner feelings.
The pain was no longer an anger release but filled with euphoria.
As the excitement of seeing a finished piece.
It's like a child on Christmas morning waiting to open their favourite gift.
Or a woman who has just been asked to commit, by her one true desired soul mate.
My hopes & dreams all inked on my right arm,
As the left arm & leg is left untouched.
A reflection of two sides to me. A side still pure, untouched, quiet in nature & innocently naive.
Whilst the other Side is wild, untamed. An explorer roaming the earthly plane's.
A free spirit raised in the universal atmosphere.  
I'm neither just one or the other but both intertwined.
With the gift of essence & higherself learning.
Now when I get inked. It's a concious expression of my love & creativity.....