When The Soul Cries
Our innocence has become so immersed in the oceans of our environment that we begin to drown yet pretend to swim
When are emotional tears are not shared with our parents during our childhood, they remain inside us. We hide what we wish to share with others, simply because if they cannot hold us. So we learn to hold ourselves instead and for some, this is where the soul cries alone.
When we have to survive in childhood, our innocence becomes so immersed in the oceans of our environment that we begin to drown, yet we pretend to swim.
We hide ourselves so much that we swim in this ocean environment not for ourselves but for others, just to receive the love we need.
But the ocean is vast. When we learn to trust our souls voice, we learn that this ocean is not outside of us, it is inside us. And this ocean has to flow and so tears are shared from the soul.
I spent so much of my childhood sharing tears alone, believing that nobody could support me, hear me or even love me. And this is where the soul cries alone, guiding me to release from my inner ocean.
A depth of sadness began to continually rise as my soul took my tears to the shore. And now as a man who was once that boy I sit once more with my soul remembering. Reconnecting to the inner ocean, forever guiding me to become whole with the love from my soul. I remember my tears from my very first fears and I let myself cry, whether boy or man. I let myself cry with the soul that I am.
But even now, in my adult life, I still look for safety when I feel my tears. But I am the ocean full of rivers and streams, with awareness, it is me who is holding onto memories, where love should have been.
So, I let my soul whisper with love deep inside that the little boy inside me has tears to be cried.
For, when we truly open to the ocean inside of us we connect to our soul. And this is my journey to now become whole.
For my child learned that the soul cried alone, but this is not true as the soul is my home.
Before I end this Reflection, I want to share a beautiful experience I had:
I remember a vision in a healing session I received when I saw myself as a child leaving a forest carrying two bags. This child was me and as a boy I softly shared these words to me as the adult now:
“I know people talk about carrying baggage, these are my bags, will you help me empty them please?”
In that session, I cried as I witnessed myself as the adult drop to my knees, first holding this sweet child in my arms and then together we began to open his bags. To this day, I continue to empty these bags..
© Pete Bengry 2026
Credit to Isaac Quesada for image