By Octopus Ink

My body is often referred to as Art

The beautiful painting created in that

Each part made by needle to stick inside skin

I made myself art piece - flowing art from within

Yet it was not this way great years ago

I have battled friends that turned foe

My idea back then was not really that complex

I just needed to have a reminder of prophets

Something that I'd see every day

Something smiling my silly way

Something that will tell me again

That hopes can be crushed, that I can face pain

And one after another, the colours have bloomed

Back filled with feathers, marvellously groomed

Arms became colorful extensions of dreams

Legs hosting faces of piligrim teams

Each stroke of my art is my link

Crafted and painted by octopus ink

Bearing great message for me to remember

That there might be day when I will surrender

Body blooms with colours - dazzling

Each one of us being the host of puzzling

One of a kind art that is a reminder

Of story that's written in our own binder