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Inside the Mind of a Missionary Worker

I wrote this poem in an attempt to dive inside the mind of missionary workers and healthcare warriors, who are the need of our pandemic struck world. 

I was curious to explore how they could genuinely and unconditionally give sisterly and brotherly love to victimized people, who often shame themselves - as in, they hate their own existence and don't love themselves. 

It's easy to love people who love themselves or at least have learnt to deal with their insecurities and have stopped projecting their fears and complexes onto other people. 

But how does one love someone who hates themselves? 
Let's see.

I want to love you 
no matter what you do
whether you hit, beat or curse

I want to love you
no matter who you are
genuine or a toxic farce

I want to love you
no matter what you throw
defenses, screams and abuses galore

I want to love you
You know why?
It's the only thing that's gonna 
set me free and help me fly

So how do I love you
when you are this mess
of self doubts, shame and regrets?

How do I love you
when I see you cry
all the while attacking me with "why"s

How do I love you
when you don't have a happy face
or a happy heart that does any grace?

At the end of the day
It's quite simple, don't you see?
All I have to do
Is love all of me.
____________________________

Before any missionary worker sets out to placate the demons of others, I believe they get trained to tackle their own inner demons and accept their shadow side as their own, no longer disowning it in shame. Self love and self acceptance is a great pathway to learn to unconditionally love and accept others, because as within, so without - what you do for yourself is what the world does for you. 

Missionary Mother Theresa

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