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105. Open window

And if I knew what life had in store for me, 
would I still march forward? 
Would my courage falter,
wither,
and die?

Why have our paths crossed? 
Which one of us is standing at the crossroads?

I write these words as I sit beside the open window.
The darkness is interrupted by the flashy lights of an awakening city. 

Beside me lies a lady.
Her family is gathered around her —
perhaps to say their final farewell. 
Tears are too private for public display,
sometimes.

Whispers travel far in this silenced hospital ward. 
Everyone is falling asleep around me, but I am wide awake.

The window is open.

©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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6. Arguments

Pernicious

But delicious,

You tempt me

And I forget whence I came.

Tenacious

So audacious,

You grip me

And I forget who I am.

Vexatious

And flirtatious,

You twist me

And I forget what I can.

Loquacious

Yet perspicacious,

You silence me

Again and again.

©Brindology 2013

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Daily prompt: Tempted