Imprisoned Tears

There's always a time when I can take it no more.

I start crying, more than I've ever before.

My heart explodes, and my emotions come to their peak.

I used to think that letting my tears fall made me very weak.

But I've, eventually, realized that I was very wrong.

Because they don't make me feeble, instead, very strong.

Strong enough to accept my pain and plan to move on.

Strong enough to believe that, soon, my frets will be long gone.

Besides, it feels soothing to let my tears out of their cage.

To have them no longer imprisoned and free from my rage.