Brick Quilts

Hello world. The following was written in 1996 and shared it online for the first time in 11/03/2013.

The things that flash through my mind as I reread some of the poems I have written is an eye opener to say the least.

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

I can remember feeling extreme pressure from those around me to conform and comply with what they dictated. If and when I refused I was persecuted, demeaned and ostracized. Deep within me I realized what they dictated did not feel right to me. It made my Soul ache. I felt like I was going insane, until I wasn’t. Something within me snapped into place and I realized how I was being manipulated using my own mind and emotions against me.

Blessings on your journeys my brothers. Hugs and love. You are loved. I love you.