Tag Archive | hope

54. My gift to you 

You have these wings
So why don’t you fly?
Have you a fear
Of being up high?

You have this voice
But I don’t hear you sing;
Why hesitate?
Of what do you think?

You have this wisdom,
Please speak your words,
Don’t be afraid,
You won’t sound absurd.

Now this moment will pass,
It won’t live again,
Our presence will soon
Be drowned by the rain.

It’s only a heartbeat
That each one of us has,
So make every day count
Till you breathe your last.

You have these wings
Spread them wide and fly,
Be not afraid
Of being up high.

©Brindology 2014

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39. Hope

Shall this be my song of hope?

Why do you not want to sit in silence?

This silence is driving me crazy. I don’t want to hear myself think.

How can you talk of hope when your heart holds nothing but despair?

It is because I am sunk, I am defeated, I am nothing more than the dust covering this earth, that I can think only of hope now. I have nowhere to go. No one to meet. No one to hold my hand while I weep. I have to go up. There really is nowhere else to go.

©Brindology 2016

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25. Red string

今晩は奇跡の時。
あなたと赤い糸を摑んだ、
抱き合った。

Is this the day the stars fall
From the sky
To the ground
Only to become
Dust
Once again?

When all that has been
Remains in the past
With closed doors,
And all that is to be
Waits in the rooms that don’t yet exist,
And all that is happening
Becomes part of you and me?

©Brindology with Ide Keishu & Jufri Annuar 2016
Original image by Jufri Annuar

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10. Book

I sit here on this day and allow my words to tell my story.
Some pages may stay blank,
Some devils have not been purged.

Some devils do not deserve my time.

This is my book,
My story,
My time.

©Brindology 2016

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9. Misery walks beside me

From the moment of my birth, I have longed for so much.

The comfort of my mother’s breast,
The safety of my father’s shoulders,
The warmth of another’s touch to soothe my aching soul.

In my life,
I have experienced the cleansing showers of rain
and the deafening powers of pain.

Where misery has fallen in step beside me,
I have paused to look at his face
and collect my thoughts,
surrendering to the gnawing at my body.
I have fallen,
countless times.
My scars bear homage to my battles;
My tears have let me remain human.

But I have learnt to love him
and accept his presence.

Being human is not without pain.

At my moment of death, will my heart long for anything more?

©Brindology 2016

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