Hold Me and Allow Me to Cry
Hold me and allow me to cry,
let the weight of the world
spill from my eyes,
a gentle rain on parched earth,
each tear a story unwritten,
each drop a shard of my heart.
Wrap your arms around me,
a sanctuary in the storm,
where silence speaks volumes,
and your heartbeat
melodies my unspoken fears.
In this embrace,
I find refuge,
the chaos of the day
dissolves in the warmth
of your presence.
Let my breaths hitch,
let the soft sobs escape,
unraveling the knots of yesterday,
each whisper of pain
a thread unwound,
a tapestry of healing taking form.
Do not shy away
from the tempest within,
for this is the cleansing,
a baptism in vulnerability,
an open door to strength.
In the shelter of your strength,
I shed the armor of pretense,
the masks I wear each day,
the brave smiles that feel
too heavy to hold.
Here, I am free to unravel,
to be raw, to be real,
to let the darkness spill out
like ink on the pages of a book
waiting to be read.
The world spins on,
but here, in this moment,
time pauses,
the ticking clock fades,
as you cradle my spirit,
allowing the sorrow to flow,
to dance in the air between us,
a wild and untamed waltz.
Hold my face gently,
wipe the tears with your tenderness,
let them not be seen as weakness,
but as a reminder
that we are alive,
that we feel,
that we strive against the shadows,
wrestling our dreams from the depths.
In the depths of this moment,
let us not rush,
but linger,
as the waves of grief
lap against the shores of hope,
and I learn the language of healing,
spoken softly between heartbeats.
As I weep, I release,
the burden easing in your hold,
and within the fragile silence,
we discover strength,
a quiet resilience rising up,
like dawn breaking through the night.
Hold me and allow me to cry,
for in the river of my tears
is the promise of renewal,
a rebirth in the gentle hands
of compassion,
a reminder that it’s okay
to let go,
to fall apart
and yet, still rise.
Together, we weave a tapestry
of shared scars and laughter,
of all the broken bits
that make us whole,
knowing that in this space,
our souls entwine,
and vulnerability becomes
the cradle of connection.
So hold me,
allow the tears to flow,
and in this sacred release,
may we find the courage
to face another day,
to embrace the beauty
of our imperfect journeys,
one tear at a time.
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