Yesterday, I Cried

[Melissa82578]

 

 

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 my 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, 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.

[TriciaLynn22]

May. 15, 2009 at 2:07 PM

This is amazing.  Sometimes even just writing down how u feel, takes it off your shoulders. Very good poem, I enjoyed reading it!!