I am a mess
a tangled, jumbled, glorious mess
I am old hurts and new
scars fresh and faded and
somewhere in between
I am open wound in need of bandage
I am a mess
and I confess
that I love it
for my mess makes me me
and me? I’m all right
in spite of my brokenness
because in my brokenness I am healed
I learn
I learn lessons I would never have learned
if not for the break
the painful break
allows growth
strength
strength of body, mind, spirit
I am only strong because I am a mess
so I will continue to be messy
because it is the mess
the tangled, jumbled, glorious mess
that makes me
me