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119. Nightfall beckons

Let not the night mourn in despair

As darkness snuffs out the flame

Of yellow ochre stains that streak

Quite noiselessly

Across turquoise painted skies.

Let not the silence hold her breath

As wispy clouds circle a silver moon.

Howling dogs call out our names

Quite faithfully

And so our wild hearts sigh.

Let not the inky blackness swallow me whole

For the night is dark, darker than it was yesterday.

The stars are hidden, far away from all light.

I strain my eyes to make out my path.

©Brindology 2017

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14. Discrimination

Cancer does not discriminate.
It does not care about your bank balance or the car you drive.
It doesn’t care what kind of house you live in.
It doesn’t care
if you’re rich,
poor,
educated,
uneducated,
single,
married,
divorced,
gay,
straight,
bisexual,
transsexual,
a parent,
an aunt,
an uncle,
a grandparent,
a child,
an adult,
a brother,
a sister,
deaf,
blind,
mute,
disabled,
special,
talented,
gifted,
silly,
an absolute goofball,
voluptuous,
a size 0,
skinny,
a size 20,
muscular,
healthy,
a slob,
downright mean,
courteous,
kind,
generous,
nasty,
bitchy,
lazy,
hardworking,
insular,
religious,
agnostic,
atheist,
open-minded,
an only child,
a twin,
a triplet,
the youngest child,
the eldest child,
an in-between child,
an infant,
the star in your parent’s world,
the light in your significant other’s life,
a musician,
an athlete,
a writer,
a teacher,
a politician,
a humble soul,
a terror in the lives of others,
despised by all,
loved by everyone,
idolized,
trivialized,
gentle,
a pervert,
a snob,
a poet,
a tortured soul,
boisterous,
quiet,
a reader,
a soap opera lover,
a bigamist,
a misogynist,
a freeloader,
a dreamer,
an optimist,
a pessimist,
a person who throws up easily on flights… it really doesn’t care.

So, what do you do?
Worry? Pray? Live dangerously?
It’s really up to you.
You do have that choice.
All I say is that if you don’t have cancer to deal with personally, be thankful.

Life is too short and everything in it is temporary,
transient,
ephemeral.
The life you lead today could be gone in an instant.
We are but mere raindrops in the storm that is life.

Live life — don’t shy away from it.
Kiss the ones you love.
Let them know they matter.
Hold their hands.
Send them flowers.
Listen to them.
Let them talk.
Feed them with love.
Cherish them.
Give them a cuddle.
Embrace them with your heart.
Tell them to walk into your hug and just hold them there in perfect silence.
Let them breathe and share your air.
Love, just love.

Life is really too short.
Love.
Learn to love.

©Brindology 2014

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12. Unseeing the seen

I cannot unsee your pain
now that your tears have fallen,
I cannot unread your words
now that your voice has spoken,
I cannot undo my mistake
now that your existence is orphaned,
I cannot unknow this truth
now that my eyes are open.

©Brindology 2014

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Daily prompt: Unseen

11. Landmine

Unbeknownst to me,
Your blood was spilt.
Unbeknownst to me,
Your joy was killed.
Unbeknownst to me,
Your hopes died unfulfilled.
Unbeknownst to me,
Your cries stayed silent until
Unveiled to me,
My head hangs down in shame.
Unveiled to me,
I try to hide my name.
Unveiled to me,
I realize I deserve the blame.
Unveiled to me,
The truth then became
Impermissible, you see,
My trust is badly broken.
Impermissible, you see,
My belief was mistaken.
Impermissible, you see,
My innocence is forsaken.
Impermissible to me,
My conscience is now awakened.

©Brindology 2014

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