It's okay to cry
When there is too much on your mind.
Your mind brimming with the blues,
The clouds rain too.
When heavy things are lined up.
It's okay to cry.
A perfect way to detox.
But take a look at the wet tissues in the black box.
Laden with the past-rocks.
Like broken white chalks.
Broken and beautiful.
But carefully glance at them at last.
Soaked in your past.
Its gone, which means you have made it pretty fast.
It's okay to cry.
It maybe, out of all, the scariest,
But it definitely makes you the bravest,
To stare at an open book of facts.
And remember your most disgraceful acts.
It's okay to cry,
When the road ahead is bleak.
Or when you feel like an absolute freak,
And let your broken heart bleed.
Broken and beautiful.
It is the only way to cleanse your wound.
And get prepared to be recrowned.
And with the fading background, turn around.