So I Finally got my tattoo. It's an ankh and an eye of horus. drawn by me. and doesnt it look awesome!!!! my first tattoo!!!!

It hurt like heck too, felt like my arm was on fire. but I got through it without any tears. that really supprised me. guess I'm tougher than I thought.

so... the ank represents the egyptian symbol of life. and the eye of horus is an egyptian symbol for renewal and protection.

I'm very happy with it and i have no regrets about getting it Its all my choice and I'm proud of it and myself.

the writers pathBy: Bonita Templeton

the writer sits and stares at a notebook full of dreams. Pages of her life, of her past, of the path that she has tread in this world. She see's just how far away from some of her dreams she has come. She knows not how she got to where she is today. so she sits and reads, the pages. the pages she wrote in and signed her name to poems and songs leading back to highschool. Some of them she cant bare to read, cause sadly she has come so far from when those things ruled her life. and she see's how some things never change. The writer, sits in tears, she cries how did this happen? wasnt I heading in the right way, then why have I strayed off the path so far? What happened to poems of praise and prayers. been so long since I have written about what used to be my muse. three years or longer since the last poem like that was written. And now her muse has changed. now the writer turns to the page that she is writing today. She writes, of dreams, of love, of anceint ways, she writes of life, of all the good and wonderful things, but she fails now to credit where credit is due, she fails to write on her struggles because she fears them being exposed. She fears the world will see the image of a shattered person, within the writers words, and in reality, she fears thats what she is. many good things have come in this path many things she could never give back, but someday she must write about the path that has truely put her here. and then the writer wont write in shame, but once again write words of praise to the one who has seen her pain. and will bing her to his loving arms again

the Writers struggle with wordless emotions

the writers struggle with wordless emotions.
By: Bonita Templeton
A poem taunts the writers hands, Struggling with a play of words. yet words do not begin to make justice of the things she wants to say. understanding of why she finds herself in this place. is all she asks. some sense in this every day, pace.
So many emotions are pulling her heart. happiness, joy, loss, pain, contentment confusion, sorrow, and shame, yet peace is not here today,.. She grieves a loss that though many days have since passed the pain is fresh in her heart, as if it were but the day before. and no one understands the depth of her sorrow. She tries but finds no comfort for her pain, her tears burn and sting as they run down her face.

She grabs the pen but an image in her mind cant paint the hurt in her heart. no words could measure the sorrow, no paintbrush could paint the despair. But she knows she must move on, with a steady love still holding in her heart.

She moves to another page, Happiness at moments overshadows the pain. happiness covers over the sorrow some days. she thanks the lord for it's source. she knows not what she would do without her love to hold her, to comfort her and console her. He doesn't laugh at her pain like others would.
She thanks her Lord For her love. the one she knows he sent to her. The one she prays would always be there for her. Her love, her love is true, it's strong and steady, is patiently waiting, is all she has to give, Her heart belongs to her love, and he keeps her going. He stands beside her, and makes her sorrow run away. He is the happiness that intersperses with the pain, and reminds her to keep moving, to go on another day.

The writer pauses she has left so much out, But tonight she will hide those thoughts deep inside her as sleep comes to overtake her, And peace that lacks when memories run fast and strong. has come into her heart and mind, she prays this night, for forgiveness and mercy. And this is what she finds.

By: Bonita Templeton