Hello world. The following was written in the late 90’s and shared online 4/29/2013.
Acceptance
Broken and battered, falling apart.
Not even sure of where to start.
Should I start with my broken bones?
Or should I start with my broken home?
A small little child precious and caring.
Pushed aside for even daring.
To obtain some affection.
A measure of love.
Feeling unwanted, lost, and alone.
Looking for love in walls of stone.
Giving freely of the body.
Not understanding they are Somebody.
Thinking by giving they shall receive.
When all they get are more injuries.
Some to their bodies.
Some to their minds.
Some to the souls.
They leave behind.
They don’t seem to realize it is a trend.
They keep repeating over again.
Looking for love in all the wrong places.
Seeing a sea of swimming faces.
Locked deep inside is the love that they need.
For when I love myself, then someone else can love me.
Sabrina Reyenga
Until I could love myself Unconditionally brother, I could not love anyone else. As long as I was in judgment of myself I was in judgment of my brothers. I have found on this journey one must learn to accept and love themselves exactly as they are before they are able to accept love from another. In seeking love and completion from another we enter a co-dependent relationship that is not based on mutual Love and Respect. It is one sided in that there is an expectation the person you are with is going to save you from yourself.
Blessings on your journeys my brothers. Hugs and love. You are loved. I love you.