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Posted: 09.12.2002 Yesterday, I cried 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 because there really does come a time when the only thing left for you to do is cry..... 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  sometimes we can not make the words come out for how we feel. thank you for posting this ¤ ¤ credit: Ruth | 09.12.02 at 10:39 AM | link- -this ¤ ¤ I love this poem. It expresses my feelings exactly. ¤ ¤ credit: Ashley | 09.13.02 at 11:26 PM | link--this ¤ ¤
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