I cried, a lot. Today.

Realizations after that.

Crying is embarrassing;

Crying is shameful;

Crying is unreasonable;

Crying is awkward;

Crying is a greater sign of weakness.

Well, I lately realized

Crying can still be

Defined as a sigh of relief;

Crying can be in different shades.

Crying can be with different insights.

Crying can be beyond conscience.

Crying; when,

It just becomes so hard

— hard to gulp down the pain

Gasping for the faint fresh air —

When you’re holding your breath;

And emotions at the bay;

As the dark white walls

— stares at you.

That painful lump in your throat;

burdens you, pulling you down

And chest starts to feel heavy;

It weighs costing too much of your life

— while draining yourself.

Tears fills up your eyes

And is ready to have a fall

Like the day when you wanted

to fall off the balcony

— and never return back.

That’s when you cry;

After trying to hold

Your tears for so long —

You cry;

to let your agony drown

in the sea of your tears.

After a while;

A tidal wave of belief hits at you.

You begin to realize,

You are still strong.

Like the wildflowers at the

Wildest of mountains.

You weep; yet again,

But contrary to what you felt earlier;

You are now drenched into a

Sense of acceptance,

A feeling that you belong here.

A feeling that you are gifted

— a subtle art.

A feeling that you are loved

— Cherishing the past.

A feeling that you are different.

A feeling that you can

bring a change within you;

And everywhere around you.

No matter how much of a mess

you actually are.

Because being a mess

; Is being the norm.

It’s okay to not be okay.

It’s okay to cry.

It’s okay to be unsure.

It’s okay that you are a mess.

It’s okay.

Love,

Psychic chaos.