Tales Of My Childhood (And Other Stupid Things)

The anchor

In and out, in and out.
The needle pierced my skin.
As it entered my skin, each time it left a permanent reminder.
It left a reminder of me sitting on my best friends couch at eighteen, getting a stick and poke tattoo done just to spite my mother.
It gave me a reminder I got it to remind myself I never will give up.
It gave me a reminder that I'm strong.
And so, now I have a anchor tattooed on my hip.
To remind me to never forget.