Tears Like An Ocean

I held my tears in, I'd never show weakness in front of anyone. Tears were for the weak, but now I know... these big salty drops that stain your cheeks, they're one of the hardest things to let go of. It doesn't show weakness, it shows your confidence, your bravery, your conviction, love, strength, it shows what you stand for as a human being.

These tormenting thoughts, the want, the need to disappear... they cling on me no longer, I want to rise up, to look my opponent in the eye and defeat them with a single breath. These tears that I finally let go, they washed away my anger and agitation, my hatred for myself and those around me, they pushed me up when everything was spiraling down. They gave me the right to say: no longer will I stand here and force the frustration down my throat, no longer will I suffer the swings from blades that were not my own. I am strong, yet I am weak. I may cry, but I can fight. I may seem like I have nothing to preach for, but I, like the billions of others on this beautiful rock have something to say and something to believe in.

No longer will I bow down to my own hatred and fakery. I will not bow, I will fight with tears marking my face and I shall prevail as ruler of my own fate.