• Hudha

Just Be.

A piece about crying. Crying does not make you weak, it does not make you less of a person, you are allowed to feel your feelings. It is okay not to be okay, you deserve all the strength and guidance you need to heal.

The feeling of your throat closing up, so much so that it seems to be borderline painful?

You have to regulate your breath; breathe in and breath out.

Does it get easier? No.

You have to close your eyes. Let the water slide. Try to ease yourself from that internal pain. Let your cries be heard, let your sorrows fill oceans and let your hurt heal in those shed tears.

Let your expression relax, allow yourself to believe that you don't always have to be alright. Let yourself accept that the tears will smooth your path over, that you could walk easier.

Let yourself understand that despite you trying to hold it back, it's always alright to let your heart thaw the pressure of the building seas.

Let your sobs create wave fronts across the borders in mighty heights because that's what you are; Magnificent. Let yourself reflect off the surface of the sun. Let the moon harness the tides.

Let yourself see;

"Amidst all those tears and pain, you are still there"

Amidst all those tears and pain, you are still there. You can still hurt and hurt some more. You can still be beautiful with your depths amongst the endlessly weathered waves. You can be filled to the brim and empty with every breath. You can still be there, here and now, while you are far away. You can still be you, despite the moon strings that tide you over. You can still create oceans with your eyes. You can still feel it all, overwhelming and ebbing at your very existence.

Let yourself know;

You can swim across your pain. One drop among countless other. You can drown those

undeserving of you.

Let yourself cry. And just be.

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