Hello world. The following was written in 1996, then shared online on 11/03/2013. I wrote this sitting in a coffee house, watching a group gathered in a circle outside. On the perimeter of the circle, were a chosen few. They were part of the group, yet they were not. Everyone was talking and laughing together. Yet the only time those on the perimeter were included in the banter, was when someone would literally turn and say something directly to them. Otherwise, they were largely ignored. It brought to mind the many times I stood, on the perimeter of a circle. Wanting to be a part of the circle, deep in my Soul. Fly Throughout my life I’ve seen a flaw. I’ve been the fly upon the wall. Sometimes spoken to but never received. In any circle socially. I watch and listen to old and young. Yet all tell me, I am to old or to young. I will not let them see my pain. Some 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 Continue Reading
Light Within
Hello world. The following was written in 11/3/2013. This poem brings to mind the lessons God is teaching me. All that I search for is within me. Light Within Moving forward one step at a time. Your eyes are open yet you’re blind. Your body is broken, your heart is in two. Your soul has been shattered. What’s left of you? You hide within yourself filled with shame. Your spirit is crushed, you’re numb to the pain. You’ve beaten yourself black and blue. Shredded what was left of you. You hear your heart, Soul, and mind. Screaming out for help this time. Reaching out and grasping through. That of which has blinded you. The intense feeling of being lost and alone. Feeling as if you’re sinking like stones. A hand reaches out to you. You barely see it through the gloom. Grabbing blindly you hold on tight. Praying for a loving light. You feel it healing the wounds in you. Showing you what is truth. Slowly you open your eyes. Start to look deep down inside. The mystery is part of you. The light that dispels the gloom. No need to search for wrongs to right. Only stand within the Continue Reading
Brick Quilts
Hello world. The following was written in 1996, then shared online in 2013. The memories flashing through my mind as I reread some of these poems is an eye opener. Brick Quilts Without reason, without rhyme. You feel the edges of your mind. Giving way relentlessly to eternal insanity. Like the stitches of a quilt. You see the walls you have built. Falling down bit by bit. The cutting scissors snip by snip. Losing touch with reality. Fighting depressions misery. You find the strength to withstand. The constant weight of demands. To your body, soul, and mind. As the people stand in line. To take the pieces of the quilt. And the walls you have built. One by one they move away. Leaving the pieces were they lay. The shreds of cloth the scissors snipped. The tiny chips yours walls of brick. There is no more reality. For you have lost your sanity. Sabrina Reyenga Blessings on your journeys my brothers. Hugs and love. You are loved. I love you.