The Thought Doesn't Count

You see, there was this girl on the bus

Dark skin, curly hair. Elementary age girl

Wiggling in her seat, uncomfortable in her own skin

I know because I battle the same war

Scars. 

All over her hands. 

Scratch marks and cigarette burns.

She tries to cover them with her left hand

Black hoodie, 

Mourning soul

I should have told her she was beautiful

I should have told her God loves her

I should have told her her scars are beautiful

But I didn't

It's the thought that counts right?

Well no it doesn't count at all

Being brave is a lot tougher than it looks.

God's love is much too great and amazing,

that how dare I keep my mouth shut.

But I'm learning

And I won't be quiet anymore

And you shouldn't be either.

With Love & Grace- Diana

P.s. Michelle is back and the next couple of posts will be all her! It has been a pleasure, don't miss me too much! I'll be back soon :) Blessings to you all!