You can have a simmering sadness just beneath the heart
You can be carrying the kind of pain that tears you apart
You can be holding on to stories that would shock you with fear
You can be grieving and bereaving things you held dear
And you can be O.K.
You can be carrying shame and incriminating facts
You can be mulling over embarrassing and disdainful facts
You may have scars and blemishes that will never fade
You may have parts of your face that you wish you could trade
And you can be O.K.
Wholeness was never a demand of a good life
Most hard-earned traits don't come without strife
In fact, the sign of a developed mind
In one who can witness horrors
And not go blind
That's the secret to being O.K.
Carrying the ability to feel deeply
And then go on your way.