a bad word whispered echoes a hundred miles.

Yesterday I cried, is a book I am reading at the moment, it is by Lyanla Vanzant.  This is a piece called ” Yesterday I Cried.”

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 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 curcumstances,

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 the mummies;

and daddies dont know what to do , so they leave

and mummies 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 mummy 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 has 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 everyting 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.