Fight Of The Fittest

It’s okay to cry
Is what I have heard

Sometimes it’s good to release
The overflowing lake
Of built up emotions 
That threatens to flood my life

I used to agree
But not anymore

Every tear that I release
Feeling it glide down my warm cheek
Feels like a sign of weakness
Of surrender 

Proclaiming to the world 
That it has beat me

Whenever the urge to give in 
Pulls on my heart
Making me believe that just this once 
It’s okay to be vulnerable 

I fight it

Blinking away the moisture 
That rest upon the rim of my eyes

Breathing deeply
Controling the raging emotional beat inside

For this world
Cruel and scary

Can also be beautiful and bright 

I refuse to be weak

Instead I decide to be strong