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Stephanie Leonard

  • Stephanie Leonard
    Published 13 days ago
    Tattoo Poetry

    Tattoo Poetry

    Looking at my right calf you might, over look my bright tattoo that shows my colorfully bright personalityand spirit... Light green and dark leaves intertwined with butterflies and ladybugs for good luck .. Amidst the yellow sunflowers intertwined in a solid golden heart ...Poetry it reads in the middle in cursive letters my first tattoo an enduring spiritual journey, for me and passage I’ll always remember...Many times life has beaten me down people places and things have brought me down, and amidst it all coping with mental illness i admit was an easy challenge ..The tool of writing has kept me a float and able to deal with my problems it has centered me through my pain and hardships... I use poetry and writing as a coping mechanism to deal with my feelings and my emotions .. I never thought my first tattoo would be a insignia of my favorite hobby and my favorite past time... I never thought my gift I was given by my spiritual calling, would be carved into my leg or pain would hurt so much as my first tattoo and I would bleed but it was very much worth the pain... I never thought that the words of poetry would literally bleed out of my skin.. My tattoo was the first sonnet or prose poem of many ...of many more Five tattoos that would be inked on to my skin I would ink a lone wolf on my right shoulder for family that very enduring to me and representing being the leader of the pack and overcoming challenges ... I would mark my two nephews and a cross my Christian faith and Jesus and my nephews had saved me in my life story.. Also a corlful henna seahorse marking my live of ocean , and how a species survives in the wild with a completely exoskeleton , they thought a species would never survive like that almost like my overcoming and survival in my life they said I wouldn’t survive and also a small orange ornate flower over my left ear.. I was an addict to art and telling stories.. I loved to tell poetry through images and picture and life of beauty and tattooing on my living flesh...The hardest part to tattoo is the shin I thought I was going for a calf tattoo, but said let’s be bold and have the experience that marks my passion for life and my coping atheistic poetry right in front of my leg... My gift should be known to the world... As the needle drove in I didn't anticipate how painful my first tattoo would be biting my tongue but word for word I admired the beauty like a published peace I admired the words and truth spoken in format on my skin there was a ton of blood but it didn’t stop from getting more and brave the pain again and again to tell my story .. I don’t regret any of my tattoos or my finished product they were all awesome and proved I was a true poet inside and outage an artist.. Now I had the visible remark how my writing and art took me to unknown worlds, imaginable places.. It led me out of the darkness helped me cope with an illness and was a positive gift.. I could share with rest of world I have been writing and doing art since I was 12 now i'm 32 I have been featured in telegram and gazette blog, the Spencer news leader ,newspaper for my college on Word Gathering an online literary journal In Our USA magazine for overcoming my obstaclesewith disabilities . Never did I think I'd be a published writer and make my dreams come true .. This tattoo etched on my skin is a visual masterpiece of my accomplishments and how poetry has got me out of dark times... Its also a mark that reminds me how I gave my gift back to others through writing poetry.. It will always be an inspiration to me... Now each tattoo I own has a little peace of poetry in it and each has its own set of experiences memories expectations and stories to tell... The tale of a poet and an artist will never stop writing and never stop painting its story ... My story and poems I choose to paint on my skin as my story telling masterpiece I see my skin as a blank canvas ..
  • Stephanie Leonard
    Published 14 days ago
    My Nephews are my Angels that keep me going :) they bring me Peace at these Times...

    My Nephews are my Angels that keep me going :) they bring me Peace at these Times...

    Loss of oxygen platonic her life is ironic... A baby that looks like a porcelain doll with glass-eyes she is loving and kind, but in vast world she feels no one understands her. She feels so small and that her journey and that her vessel doesn’t make a difference at all.. She feels like she has no purpose in the world.. Her purpose is to be kind and leave this world a better place than which we left it in during a traumatized time .. At the end of the day I regain my life. I want to do things right to change the circumstances of corona has changed me for better.. I'm writing my amends to people in a letter I'm giving back to charity and realizing to count my blessings.. I could have it much worse and I have to be thankful for my family everyday... I should count all of my blessings and my health that's still intact.. I'm very blessed... With a broken head and much on her shoulders to giving to everyone I am trying it’s hard to say no, even harder to let go... Over weight by all my medicines but they make me stable even though i gain weight from them... Life is tough some days I wish I could be perfect and thin. She hides her scars behind make up and covers herself with tattoos and piercings to cover up her pain.. Her world is crashing down like rain hitting the ground at full speed not able to calm down. Broken from within born with trauma to the head Sometimes I wish I was better off dead, but then I realize we all go through trauma in life even corona has affected us all.. I realize I am wanted and loved and people need me around.. My nephews want me here and I must change for them and not be scared... Flowers Spinning Words Swimming....Med cocktails in her system..Nobodies listening.. Corona 19 all alone and there is stress at home, but I am mending the patches and my relationships, because you only get one family and home so love your mother and father and be proud that you always have support around...Sometime my brain freezes and breaks down.. I get so upset and can’t calm down... Mom I'm sorry what I put you through.. I love you with all my heart ... I'm sorry there were times I tore our world apart.Mom is fighter a matriarch a protector but never lets her me be unconstrained and free as an adult.. I want to be treated independently I fight back tears I want the forbidden life, but mom tries to protect me from the unknown... I am very I have a great mom.. Who cares so much and gives me so much love... I wanna live my dreams after Corona continue helping people and inspiring others and showing people you can overcome mental illness and bran injury and overcome tragedies like Corona.. You just have to stay strong and know your are resilient and carry on.. You make a difference in this world by showing them you can overcome trauma and still stand proud.. If you can overcome insurmountable obstacles and find love and victory in your hardships. You will have beauty and lessons to teach others how to be resilient fight back and to win with victory . I want to be free and have a man to love and accept me but, I must first love myself for everything I am.. Not just hurt or pretend but truly love me again..Stop comparing yourself to everyone you are supposed to be you everybody journey on earth is different.. Your supposed to be happy with yourself and love and accept your mental health by beginning to heal and let go and truly love yourself and accept who you are it's always been there who you are don't be scared but let your life pour empathy out to those who need to be healed , through your life experience and existence you make a difference.