Cry For Me

Tears are ok, my darling.
They are not weakness.
They are not sadness.
Tears are pain leaving your body.
Pain that you've held close.
For far too long.

I want to show you the world.
Without that pain.
On the other side of it.
But first, you must let it go.
Release it to the universe,
And watch as it drifts away.
Like smoke in the hilltop breeze.
Only then can you find freedom.
In your chains.

But you need not carry every wound,
As proof that you survived.
You need not cling to every ache,
Just because it once kept you safe.
Some burdens have served their purpose.
Some ghosts deserve their rest.

Let your breath loosen around them.
Let your hands unclench.
Let yourself be held.
While the old weight falls away.

So cry, little one.
Cry into my arms.
Cry into my chest.
Cry for me, and be free.