It was just ink.
A permanent marking on my skin.
A choice that I would soon rethink.
Just a crown, a layer of sin.
A black reminder I can’t erase.
A blessing waiting to be seen.
Just a glimpse of saving grace.
A sign that I am not a queen.
A taste of truth from Holy water.
Just God’s words at my core.
A promise that “I am God’s daughter.”
A simple verse: Psalm 91:4.
Just a crown, hidden by a feather.
A black reminder “He shall cover thee.”
A grasp for hope in stormy weather.
Just a life saved by He.