Cheering herself

She decides upon a tattoo

Yet another

That would put life back into her

Believe 

Strength

Anchor

Freedom
Already etched on her tanned body

She knows they would 

stick around her tired soul

But then she realises

There is no space left on her

Staring at the blank walls of her room

Scribbles the new one

Some calligraphic design

Representing love

The love

That could never be hers

The tattoo, now a wall art

Remains

Until the paint chips off 

Long after she is gone hoping someday it would be her's