Hello world. The following was written 4/26/2015. Throughout my life I’ve seen a flaw. I’ve been the fly upon the wall. Seldom spoken to and never received. In any circle socially. I’ve watched and listened to old and young. Yet, all tell me I’m to old or to young. I’ve tried people my age. Yet people see me as to strange. Because I have an open mind. They tend to think I am blind. I will not let them see my tears. As their words cut and shred my ears. When I am shunned socially. I feel my Soul begin to bleed. I am the fly upon the wall. That you KILL with no thought at all. Sabrina Reyenga Holy Spirit has been playing this poem from my twenties in my mind this morning. At that time in my life I was watching a group of young people outside of a coffee shop. They stood in a circle shoulder to shoulder. On the out skirts of the circle were 3 or 4 people not being permitted to join in fully. When questions would be directed to them it was an over the shoulder comment never fully engaging the person being Continue Reading