Tears

In shadows deep, where tears reside

A heart afraid to let them slide

For if they fall, like endless rain

Will they cease, or cause more pain?

Strong feelings, like a tempest roar

Can leave us trembling at our core

But fear not, friend, for deep within

Lies strength to heal, to rise again

Tired and lonely, burdened soul

Seek solace in this world so bold

Though darkness veils the path you tread

Hope blooms still, where despair has spread

Pause a moment, take a breath

Embrace the gratitude that’s left

For amidst the storm, you’ll find a way

To navigate and face another day

Remember, dear one, you’re not alone

In this journey of your own

Reach out to those who lend an ear

Their presence can help quell your fear

And should the funk become too strong

Seek light in music, dance, or song

Find solace in the written word

Let poetry’s embrace be heard

So, shed the fear, let tears descend

For healing starts when we attend

You’ll find the strength to pull through

And rediscover the joy within you

I've been a tornado with my emotions my entire life. Now, it's more like confusion. Like, I don't know if I want to cry, need to cry, but I can control them. In the past when I cried, it was always hysterical. The littlest things always set me off. If they were big, I would have suicidal thoughts and most likely self-harm in some way. Due to that, I'm often afraid to allow myself to cry. I hate the feeling. It's icky, it's messy, and I'm afraid I won't be able to stop myself.

However, I've learned that you need to feel those emotions, work through them, and process them so that it doesn't happen again. Crying is sadness. Your body wants you to cry when you feel sad. Feeling those emotions and processing them are how we "Get over them," as society would say. But in reality, it's a healthy way to cope with what we're crying about. This poem was written during one of those, "Fits." I was crying. I let it out. I wrote this poem, I processed, and I was able to heal from what was making me sad. Sometimes, there will always be sadness. Especially when it comes to my son. But I cry less, and am close to radical acceptance. Those poems, the things I did, will eventually come out, that make me so full of grief, but for now, I know I can control them, and I can work on them when I am ready to do so.

#Emotions

#Cry

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