Tag Archive | life

110. Awakening

I am living on borrowed time,
I should be dead, I fear;
I am living when I shouldn’t
What am I doing here?
I’ve got a chance to do it right,
To do what matters
To do what’s right,
To step put of the darkness
Into the light,
I’ve got the chance
I’ve got it, all right.
Why was I chosen?
Why was I picked?
To be one of the few
Who had to be sick?
And why was I allowed
To keep walking by,
With my head held high
And my sights on the sky?
Will it all end soon?
Will darkness fall
And snuff out the light,
Throwing me ‘to the night?
How will I know
When the end will come?
How will I know
When Death beats his drum?
I’m always unsure
For I’m not to know
When I’ll shut these eyes,
When I’ll go.
But I see that I’m here,
Standing my ground,
I see it’s my time now
To make my own sound.
My voice needs to speak,
My voice needs to rise,
My voice is my treasure,
My solace, my prize.
My spirit won’t shatter,
My soul will not break,
My mind will not bend
There’s a lot I can take;
There’s still much left in me,
Where do I start?
I am who I am,
I have life in my heart.

©Brindology 2014 & Cassandra Luey
©Original photograph by Cassandra Luey

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109. Holes


There’s a hole in my chest where my heart ought to be 
There’s a hole in my head where my mind ought to be 
There’s a hole in my body where my womb ought to be 
Where’s my soul?
Where’s my soul? 

There’s a silence in this world where sound ought to be 
There’s a violence in this world where peace ought to be 
There’s a grievance in this world where love ought to be 
Where’s your soul?
Where’s your soul?

There’s nobody beside me where you ought to be 
There’s just darkness around me where light ought to be
Let my life have hope as it ought to be 
Make my soul 
Once more whole

©Brindology 2017 & simplyjes
©Original artwork by simplyjes


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108. I am silenced

I am silenced
I am proud woman no more
My naked feet stand on cold grey stone
My eyes are cast towards hell below

My voice is broken
My spirit torn
My shacked feet can walk no more
I am a woman forlorn

Dispirited heart
Break no more please
Crushed beyond words
No sound passes my lips

I may die now
You will never know how
Shame is all I have
My head must hang low and bow

Forgiveness is not for me
The lesson cannot be discharged
I am not victorious in this battle
I am prisoner to my heart

©Brindology 2017

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107. 44 Tomorrow 

It is my birthday tomorrow, 
I bid goodbye to my sorrow, 
I can wring my tears right out
Of my badly bruised heart, 

It is my birthday tomorrow, 
I bid bye to my sorrow,
I can look forward to
A fantastic new start

To life, 
In all its wonder, 
To the end of
All strife, 

It is my birthday tomorrow, 
I bid goodbye to my sorrow, 
I’ve battled so hard 
To get to today, 

It is my birthday tomorrow, 
I bid goodbye to my sorrow, 
I’m alive! Alive! 
Hip hip hooray!

©Brindology 2013

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90. Talk is cheap

For the man thinks she knows nothing and so he tells her to be quiet. 

For the man thinks she sees nothing and so he tells her where the sun rises. 

For the man thinks he knows something and so he doesn’t listen, but keeps on talking –

Not knowing 
She knows 
He knows 
Nothing. 

©Brindology 2017

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Daily prompt: Simple

89. Dear Life

Dear Life, 
thank you for the wisdom I get from gazing up at the stars. 

We have a long way to go,
yet we can always shine our best. 

Each one of us is unique, 
each one a shimmering testimony
to the beauty of this universe. 

We might be cloaked in darkness,
yet we are never alone. 

Each one of us can light up the way,
each one a blossom of hope in the sky.

©Brindology 2013

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88. Mountain – a poem for my soul

Are you still thinking 
Of this story about you and me?
Do you still care
About the sky and sea?

Are you trying to find your way back 
On this cold dark night? 
Then look upon the mountain
Standing tall in all its might.

We may never find the way back home,
That passage is closed,
And yet we try, 
For it’s this path we chose. 

Fear not the sorrow, 
The anger, or the fright, 
Just look upon the mountain
Standing tall in all its might.

©Brindology 2014

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