In your moment of despair,
There is an opportunity.
Years of tears waiting to fall out,
To be freed from the damn dam,
That was created unknowingly.
Lying to yourself about fallacious strength,
Holding back the possibilities.
True power lies in your ability to let out what needs to be let out.
To let go of the painful melodies.
The floodgates have opened, washing away the fallacy.
All that is left behind is space free from agony.
In that space, what emerges is your true identity.
An empty vessel awaiting its only occupancy.
The beginning of healing and clarity.
Like the grey skies that give life to green plants and lush trees.