Thursday, August 7, 2008

Yesterday I Cried


A friend shared this book with me. Below you will find a poem from this book. It seems to embody the change that has come over me lately, it expresses the feeling of a new beginning that I am so longing for and that I EXPECT!


I hope you feel it too...




Yesterday I Cried

I came home, went straight to my room, sat on the edge of my bed, kicked off my shoes,


unhooked my bra, and I had myself a good cry.

I'm telling you,


I cried until my nose was running all over the silk blouse I got on sale.


I cried until my ears were hot.


I cried until my head was hurting so bad that I could hardly see the pile of


soiled tissues lying on the floor at my feet.

I want you to understand,


I had myself a really good cry yesterday.

Yesterday, I cried for all the days that I was too busy, or too tired, or too mad to cry.

I cried for all the days, and all the ways,


and all the times I had dishonored, disrespected, and


disconnected my Self from myself,


only to have it reflected back to me in the ways others did to


me the same things I had already done to myself.

I cried for all the things I had given, only to have them stolen;


for all the things I had asked for


that had yet to show up;


for all the things I had accomplished, only to give them away,


to people in circumstances,


which left me feeling empty, and battered and plain old used.

I cried because there really does come a time when the only thing left for you to do is cry.

Yesterday, I cried.


I cried because little boys get left by their daddies;


and little girls get forgotten by their mommies;


and daddies don't know what to do, so they leave;


and mommies get left, so they get mad.

I cried because I had a little boy,


and because I was a little girl,


and because I was a mommy who


didn't know what to do,


and because I wanted my daddy to be there for me so badly until I ached.

Yesterday, I cried.


I cried because I hurt.


I cried because I was hurt.


I cried because hurt has no place to go except deeper into the pain that caused it in the first


place,and when it gets there, the hurt wakes you up.

I cried because it was too late.


I cried because it was time.

I cried because my soul knew that I didn't know


that my soul knew everything I needed to know.

I cried a soulful cry yesterday, and it felt so good.

It felt so very, very bad.

In the midst of my crying,


I felt my freedom coming,


Because Yesterday,


I cried with an agenda.




(Iyanla Vanzant,from her book Yesterday I Cried:Celebrating the Lessons of Living and Loving)

2 comments:

Doug said...

Hi Copper,
You still around? If so drop by
and give me a visit at my newish
blog.

Smiles,
Doug

Anonymous said...

Copper,
I truly hope you circumstances have changed since posting this poem. Have you found your freedom?