Crying

Crying releases the weight of deceit, or the sustained bitterness of an irretrievable loss that has departed far from our embrace.

Tears that flow like warm water wiping our eyes tired of so many injustices and the immediate channeller before a predominant state of anger.

Crying, the sensible consequence that the wheel of life is constantly turning and that behind a great storm there will be a bright sun encouraging a smile.

Tears that heal wounds and enable us to understand how fragile we are in allowing ourselves to be wounded, even though we know that the most beautiful roses have thorns?

Let us cry then, without fear or sorrow, let the tears wash away our sorrows. Let them purify the soul of sorrows and grievances, opening the way to new and happy days.

Saline torrents that bathe our face, uprooting bitterness. Rivers of relief that flow effortlessly, carrying away pain never to yield again.

Let us weep until the seas of sadness dry up and our eyes, renewed, can see the beauty that is reborn after the storm, the flowers that sprout vigorously from the ashes.

May our tears be rivers of relief, releasing the suffering, healing the drifting. That our smile may shine again filled with the peace that only weeping can grant.