Beacon of Shame

I decided 2 years ago that I was going to tattoo my wrist.

On it I'd put the date that my "new" life was to begin.

It was going to be a daily reminder.

To create art every day.

To make friends with Jesus.

To exercise and eat well.

To discover discipline.

In short, it was the date I would finally amount to something.

2 years later and nothing "new" to show for it,

It now serves as completely the opposite:

A forever beacon of shame and failure.

Wrist Tattoo