In response to @TheDailyPost’s daily prompt challenge.
Scars………We all have them. Some big, some small, some invisible. Some more noticeable than others. But it’s what they represent that is most important. They represent a journey……Our journey. The path we took, to get to where we are today.
The road has been far from flat and never boring. It has been a very long and bumpy road for me. But here I am at the age of 42. My children are 12 and 18 now. We have travelled this long and windy road, together. Mostly just the 3 of us.
It has been a very difficult journey at times and incredibly lonely too. And we have taken lots of big, unexpected detours and got quite lost along the way, probably more than once. But somehow we have managed to continue moving forward. The wheels keep turning, and we continue on on our way.
When I look back and see how far we have come, it really has been a remarkable journey. Our journey is mapped out, all over my body, with lots of tattoos and lots of scars. Each one of them representing a page or a chapter of my life.
Tattoos aren’t for everyone, I realize this, but to me they are art. My body, the canvas. A form of expression. They tell my story. Truthfully, they hide the real scars. The invisible ones, which there are many. It is where my real scars are. Scars that go deep and where my demons hide, in the darkest, dustiest places of my soul.
It has taken a long time to learn that these scars are to be worn proudly, for the world to see!!!!! Like a badge of honor. They mean that despite all the detours, despite all the roadblocks, despite all the things that have got in our way or held us back, our wheels have kept turning and we have rolled along and kept moving forward.
“And doesn’t that sound familiar? Doesn’t that hit too close to home?
Doesn’t that make you shiver; the way things could’ve gone?
And doesn’t it feel peculiar when everyone wants a little more?
And so that I do remember to never go that far,
Could you leave me with a scar?”
Much love and peace,
Jo. Xx 👍👍👍👍