I'm messed up but br I'm o.k. and that's br o.k. br br it's o.k. to feel, to fear br to want, to cry br to be br br I'm o.k. br I've got my friends, my poetry, my music br my wonderful dysfunctional family, God br the sky above, my bed, and the cooling rain br rainbows and love and laughter br br I'm messed up, but today br I look in the mirror while sprawled on my bed and I br like what I see br my hair's pulled back with a few stray strands framing my face br I'm wearing one of my favorite shirts in my favorite color br my capris br clothes I look good in and feel good in br my cow anklet still makes me smile br and when I close my eyes br I am content with what I see there too br I know I am 'loveable and capable' br and that I can br 'move mountains' br I matter, I have worth, I can do anything br br and I feel o.k. br like there's hope br like I can love myself br a light at the end br a reason to go on br br and I know every day won't feel this good, won't be br like this, and quite possibly br by evening I'll have cried again br br but right now, with this pen in my hand br blank page before me br barefoot and free br br I'm messed up but br I'm o.k. and that's br o.k.