Feel that pain,
With everything you’ve got.
Scream if you want to,
Cry if you can.
Even though it feels like you’ll drown,
The moment you open your mouth.
It’s only the weight of your own heart,
That presses against your chest,
And lodges itself in your throat.

Emotion is stored in the heart,
Such that it becomes heavy,
And burdened by excess.
Even in our greatest joy,
Our hearts can become weighed down,
If we’ve no one to share it with.
But we’re told not to share our pain,
We’re taught to keep it to ourselves.
To grieve privately.

Surround yourself with others,
Who will accept both your great joy,
And your crushing sadness,
Without any preference.
This is how we become lighthearted.
For like “many hands make light work,”
Many hearts lessen their own burdens,
The burdens of sadness,
And the burdens of joy.