A way back home to truth

I have never felt that I could walk away Because this emptiness inside Kept pulling me back Trying to find a way to be full In the empty place But maybe I am no longer that little child Who looked to you and found no space to be me Or to have my heart recognised Maybe now I can only look to me And those few precious friends Who really see me

So much of being human Is about connecting About being seen As who we really are inside And if we cannot love every part of us Or if others reject those parts Where do we go and what do we do with that rejection but seek refuge inside a deeply insoluable dilemma?

When the way  back home to us is blocked What tangled paths we travel down Covered with briars It may take us some time To find the lonely child Deserted or left alone in the wilderness And we must trust our soul to carry on Even as we walk across the stony ground of others rejection or denial For the truest part of us never stops crying until we find our way back home to him (or her)

We must dig deep to find the love for those parts of us that others rejected And in time our source of love must come from within For if we cannot be our own best friend who else really will be?

And as I walk away I realise I do know something of love More from emptiness and rejection contrasting with the times I am heard engaged with and deeply seen For this afternoon you gave me this A love and acceptance beyond price A place to be myself to express myself and to find my way back home to truth

Who You Are

You are a gentle loving person

who has been told

by too many people

that you are difficult to love

and therein lies your torment.

(Nikita Gill)