I'll do my crying in the rain!

I'll do my crying in the rain!

I'm tired of pretending to be strong. All I want to do is lean my head on your shoulder and sob my breaking heart out and ask you why?

Bottling it all in is taking its toll, I no longer have the strength to put up with it.

Why was I stupid enough to let myself slip, I ask myself? But no, what I felt, was pure, undemanding, not to any purpose, it just exists, it always will. Today I cry, my heart is wrenched, wrung out and dry, but I know I'll heal, be strong again, and not wait, stop reading signs, and move on with a new energy, a new sense of freedom that I believe you have given me.

The question of something more has held me captive for years. No more. It is abundantly clear where I stand. I regret not what I feel, for it is pure, but I cry, for a part of me needed acknowledgement. But I will grow up and away from it. It is time I moved on.

Accepting what I feel, I shall not attempt to forget, but let time take its healing turn on my heart, beaten and bruised, but nevertheless, acknowledging that it was a part of growing up.

I chose non traditional paths, I have a long way to go. I believe that all that I have been holding back in hope of something which I now realize I may never have, I shall give with renewed energy to the challenge of life!

And in the meantime, I'll do my crying in the rain!