Akoma: the Heart

May God grant me the patience that I need for this part of the journey of my life. I want to accomplish so much and like all don't know what my story is to the life that I continue to live, but may I live it full, with patience and inner peace.

My first and not last tattoo of the sankofa symbol means so much to me right now. First, it forces me to retreat to my past to accept my mistakes and learn from them and work on me to never make them again. I never want to be the person I was a year ago and I hope to be better than I am today a year from now.

My second tatt will be this symbol above, Akoma: Patience and Tolerance. I have spoken briefly about my temper that I have to acknowledge in order to deal with my anger. I have to take responsiblity for my actions and learn from them that I have to deal with my issues that allow me to be angry so quickly and have shortness of patience and tolerance for things I don't understand or agree with.

I didn't understand her, I wanted to understand her, I needed to understand her in order to stay, but she didn't understand either. We never knew each other. I never knew why I loved her as much as I did if I never knew her from the beginning...

SOMETHING LIKE...
Or is it something like love?
Something like the feeling one gets when you watch her sleep,
When your heart skips a beat when she touches you,
How nothing else seems to matter when your holding her,
How simple this is when she looks at you from across a room,
How no one or nothing can smell the way she does,
The moment you see her after being away too long,
The sound of her laugh reminding you of the first time you heard something like it.
How her smile takes form starting from the corners of her mouth like a wave
connecting with the center of her top and bottom lips parting revealing her
beauty enhanced.
Wanting to take the pain away when it hurts to much for her to smile.
Her throwing the blue vase at the door when I walked out.
The sound of her crying in her sleep and me
Kissing her salty tears telling her everything would be ok though I myself was unsure if it would be.
The guilt of leaving and us ending
Finding someone, when neither can find themselves
Forgetting how much it hurt
The willingness to Something like all over again.