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 our 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 we know they cannot hold us. So we learn to hold ourselves within survival instead. For some of us, this is where the soul cries alone. 

When we have to survive painful situations alone in our childhood, our innocence becomes so immersed in the oceans of our environment that we begin to drown. Learning that nobody will support us, we pretend to swim, because we know that through pretending, we become invisible to others.

We begin to hide our true selves so much that we learn that it is safer to do so. We learn that through hiding in silence, we reduce the risk of being hurt. Even though all we really need is love, we learn that opening our hearts to receive love is often worse when all we receive is hurt. So hiding our hurting heart is easier than taking the risk to seek love. 

But the ocean is vast and we can learn to truly swim, when we learn to trust our soul’s voice. We begin to learn that this ocean is never outside of us, it is inside us. And this ocean is full of all the love that we need. We can find the safety of the soul, for when our tears are shared, we learn not to hide from ourself. And within this sadness lies our wisdom of wealth.

I spent so much of my childhood shedding tears alone, believing that nobody could support me, hear me or even love me. And this is where my soul guided me to cry alone. I found my inner ocean within a deep devotion to trust that the seas of my soul would sail me to become whole.

This depth of sadness continued to rise within me as my soul took my tears to the shore. And now, as a man who was once that boy, I know the power of tears. I have learned to cleanse the shores of my life, so my inner beach is a place I can reach. However painful it is reconnecting to this inner ocean, I know I become whole with the love from my soul.

I remember my tears from my very first fears as I learned to let myself cry. Whether a boy or a man. I let myself cry, knowing that part of me had to die. To fully release with a deep inner peace, not to hide from myself, but to bathe in my wealth. Trusting my soul, remembering me with all the inner beauty I am destined to see.

But even now, in my life, I still look for safety when I feel my tears, but I am the ocean full of rivers and streams. This awareness has taught me to heal these memories, where love should have been. 

So I let my soul whisper with love deep inside that the little boy inside me still has tears to be cried. And the holding he needs is in my own loving arms, from child to man, I learned to be calm.

When we truly open to the ocean inside of us, we connect to our soul. And this is my journey to truly be whole.

In my childhood I learned that the soul cried alone, but this is not true, for this soul is my home. 

Before I end this Reflection, I want to share a beautiful experience I had within a healing session:

I remember having a vision, where I saw myself as a little boy leaving a forest carrying two bags. I was present as an adult, and as I arrived to meet myself, I softly shared these words to the adult I am now:

“I know people talk about carrying baggage, these are my bags, will you help me empty them please, because they are too heavy to carry?”

I remember in that session, I deeply, deeply cried with such a devotion of love, for it was the most beautiful vision. I witnessed myself as the adult dropping to my knees, taking this innocent little boy in my arms and opening my heart to everything he had felt whilst walking alone. Then slowly we began to open these bags and look inside.

To this day, we continue to empty these bags together, and whatever we find we lovingly release, for both child and man have found their peace.

© Pete Bengry 2026

Credit to Isaac Quesada for image