Heavy clouds that blurred my vision,

The sky and I are not too different.

And for when it showers,
I let it all go.

Our tears water our homes.

I am content with the way we fall,
Tremble to the ground yet stand tall.

I am satisfied with the way we scream,
The harmony of our crashing and colliding sorrow, a song I've heard in my dream.

I'm in love with how it feels to let go,
The sky is clearer after the heavy shower, no?

I remind the sky,

The weight you have to bear, its one I share.

And although we are at absolutely different points,

And I can not do anything but witness you weep,

I like to remind myself that the wind with which you rain is what's holding me in its embrace.

So thank you for being so strong,

For making me think we are so similar and now nothing can go wrong.

Thank you for letting me be gratified with how I feel,

And teaching me not to hide and conceal.

This is not my weakness.

-mephoria

My emotions are not my weakness. Rather a strength, as I would prefer to call them. Never be ashamed of being human and never be embarrassed of losing a tear (or many). You are strong and you are brave and you are loved. Nothing can change that.