It’s fine to unravel, to let yourself feel,
For crying’s a doorway the spirit can heal.
Don’t silence the sorrow, don’t swallow the pain,
The storm clears much faster when you let it rain.
Cry until the quiet shifts, until your chest unclenches,
Until the throat remembers how to shape new sentences.
There’s courage in the spilling; there’s power in the flow —
What breaks you free will also teach the heart to grow.
So weep when you need to, don’t keep it inside,
The strongest of hearts know it’s safe to confide.
For tears are just proof that your spirit is real—
A tender reminder: it’s okay to feel.
Sep 18, 2025
Sep 18, 2025 at 11:01 PM UTC
It’s fine to unravel, to let yourself feel,
For crying’s a doorway the spirit can heal.
Don’t silence the sorrow, don’t swallow the pain,
The storm clears much faster when you let it rain.
Cry until the quiet shifts, until your chest unclenches,
Until the throat remembers how to shape new sentences.
There’s courage in the spilling; there’s power in the flow —
What breaks you free will also teach the heart to grow.
So weep when you need to, don’t keep it inside,
The strongest of hearts know it’s safe to confide.
For tears are just proof that your spirit is real—
A tender reminder: it’s okay to feel.
