Tears fall,
splattering onto the tips of the grass…
morning dew,
born from long-held sadness.
Feelings pour down,
like a heavy spring rain,
like healing water…
washing, softening,
making room for something new.
Emotions.
Feelings.
Hurt and pain.
Frustration built too long,
anger, resentment…
all of it gathering,
until it has nowhere left to go.
But what if…
it was never meant to stay?
What if the tears,
the weight of it all,
were never weakness…
but water for growth?
How can anything grow,
without first breaking open?
Without allowing oneself
to feel,
to cry,
to ache,
to be angry for a moment…
before choosing peace?
This is where it begins…
in the tears.
Morning dew
is just a fresh start in disguise.
A new day.
A second chance,
to turn pain into something living.
Let it come.
Let the healing waters fall.
Whoever told you not to feel…
they were wrong.
They have never seen
what grows after the rain.
Because when it falls…
flowers begin to bloom,
grass turns greener,
and even the smallest things
rise again.
So take your tears,
your feelings,
everything that tried to break you…
and let it become something beautiful.
Let it go.
Let it flow.
The hurt.
The silence.
The apologies that never came…
release them.
You were made for more than holding pain.
Your tears are not empty.
They carry meaning.
Those who never cry,
will never understand
the garden…
the way flowers open,
the way birds shake clean,
after the storm.
They will never know
the quiet hope
that comes after.
So let them say
you feel too deeply.
That you’re too soft,
too delicate.
Flowers are delicate too…
and still,
they are the most beautiful things
in the field.
Because grace
has always grown
from the rain.
And one day,
you will stand in the garden
that your tears helped grow…
and finally understand,
why they had to fall.
Copyright © 2026 Angela J. Stout.
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