Cry, Beloved Soul, Cry
When it comes to you with its downturned face, don’t ignore it. Let it hiss, throw a fuss, beat its breast, just let it be, hold it gently and it will let you breathe easy once it’s finished! Try me
Cry, Beautiful Soul, Cry Every one of us has been gifted with a beautiful soul And when that soul is hurt by somebody Who misled us into believing something That they then couldn’t meet It hurts us terribly But even when they don’t acknowledge it Directly to us Or apologize which they should It’s probably either because They don’t realize the extent to which they have hurt us Or they don’t have the courage to come before us to apologize So, what can we do then? The hurt in our heart remains And every time we see their face It pricks us again And when that happens We usually try to ignore that feeling Wishing it would go away just like that And usually it does too But even though it vanishes away from the screen of our thoughts at the moment It still stays where it was Only to return back again once more To disturb our day again Have you encountered this phenomenon in your life? It might not be a very big amount of hurt But it still remains where it’s stored And still keeps coming back to prick you again and again Until it’s acknowledged and given a voice to say more You don’t have to take up it’s case to the offender If you are not comfortable doing that yet Even though you should Treat it like it’s your infant Who deserves to hear a say But if you cannot do that yet For whatever reason At least give it room to complain to you And sit with it in silence And listen to it grieve within you And when you do The tears will flow from you also Let it flow then Let it flow, let it flow, let it flow Until it feels better again Your heart that was pricked And is in pain Let it flow until it returns to peace again Let it flow until it is satisfied with it being seen and heard Let it flow until it feels good And utters a silent thank you to you In acknowledgment of what you just did You’ll feel much better that you let it be The tiny little sweetheart that it really is in you Let it be what it is As it is supposed to be Cry, beautiful soul, cry And let it come back to you again Happy and in peace And every time it wants to cry Every time it hurts Sit with it, acknowledge it Let it complain Let it make a fuss Let it do whatever it deems necessary To let out its fuse within you Then we can all be good and in peace again Irrespective of whether the offender acknowledges the offense he made You and your soul can still be at peace with each other Think about this Peace ✌🏽