You think you need permission to break?
To let that pain make your hands shake?
Well, here it is, straight from my lips:
“Feel It All,” from your toes to fingertips.
I’ve seen sunrise after the darkest night,
felt joy burst through after a losing fight,
so when I say “Embrace the hurt,” I know the cost.
But numbing out? That’s how you get lost.
They say: “Buck up, move on.”
I say: “Feel ’til the feeling’s gone.”
Because bottled-up pain? It don’t disappear,
it festers and grows into something you fear.
So rage against the dying of the light,
Sob until your eyes sting and your chest is tight,
Laugh until your belly aches,
Love until it hurts.
Your emotions are the threads of the fabric of your worth.
I give you permission – no, I DARE you to feel
every pinprick of pain, every moment surreal,
because I’ve walked through fire and come out alive,
and let me tell you, it’s how you survive.
This isn’t a weakness, it’s your superpower,
feeling deeply in life’s darkest hour.
So feel it all, the good, the bad, the ugly truth,
don’t waste time like I did in my youth,
pretending I was marble when I’m flesh and blood.
Embrace the storm, the lightning, the flood,
because one day you’ll stand where I am now,
looking back at the ‘how’ and the ‘wow’,
and you’ll know every tear was worth its salt,
every moment of pain was not just your fault.
So feel, with every fiber of your being.
It’s not about comfort but about truly seeing
the depth of your heart, the strength of your soul,
feel it, claim it, make your story whole.
This is your permission slip, signed in scars and stars,
to be human, to hurt, to see beauty in your flaws.
Now go forth and feel, every damn day,
It’s not the easy path, but it’s the only way,
to truly live, to truly grow,
to weather the high and survive the low.
Feel it all, and in feeling, set yourself free.
That’s the hard-earned wisdom from me to thee.