I used to be the kind

That locked it all inside,

No matter how much it hurt,

Not a single tear I cried,

I thought if a tear

Were to slide down my cheek,

It would only say

Of how I was weak.

So I went on

Until those Tears unshed,

Could no longer be held,

I quickly fled,

Into the peace

Of the whispering pines,

As the tears chased

Down in a line.

And I hated myself,

Why should I cry?

I must be weak,

So wipe them dry!

Until one day

I discovered a secret,

It meant I was stronger,

Not the weakest,

Strong enough

To let things go,

Strong enough

The pain to know,

So don’t bottle

Your emotions,

Holding back

Those tearful oceans,

Let them go

And you’ll discover,

As they leave,

they’ll Bring back color,

Just let those tears flow,

They water your soul,

Restoring your wilted stem

To bloom once again!