I am a 57 year old mother to 5 (son stopped walking the earth in his form in 1993) and grandmother to 6. I have been in the same lesbian relationship for 21 years. I am a loving and kind kitchen witch that makes magick for only the good.
YESTERDAY I CRIED
by Iyanla Vanzant
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 dishonoured, disrespected and disconnected...
I cried for all the things I had given, only to have them stolen;
for all the things I had asked for that had not shown 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 to do is cry.
Yesterday I cried.
I cried because little boys get left by their daddies;
and little girls get forgotten by their mummies;
and daddies don't know what to do, so they leave;
and mummies get left, so they get mad...
I cried because I hurt.
I cried because I was hurt.
I cried because hurt has no place to go except deep 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 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...
In the midst of my crying, I felt my freedom coming,
I cried with an agenda.