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112. Alone, again 

And if I may,
I would like you to sit beside me and read these words slowly,
allowing every thought to float into our space 
and listen with the curiosity of a bygone day. 

My purpose is not of my choosing.
I am drifting like stardust in a vast world,
coming to land at your feet 
with the softest of kisses 
and the blessings of hope. 

Our days are numbered,
counting themselves out second by second,
enveloping time in the forgotten promises we made long ago.

You don’t need to hold my hand,
but I’d love it if you would.
I am alone,
just like you. 

Please hold me as I cry. 

©Brindology & Cassandra Luey 2017
Original image by Cassandra Luey

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111. Across the waters 

I looked across the waters today,
Hoping to see your face again.
I heard only the wind blow
And the falling of the cold rain.

When did you leave me,
Why did you go away?
Why did you stay silent 
When we had so much to say?

I wait every day of my life 
To taste your lips, my love,
To see the sunrise in your deep eyes,
And to thank the stars above.

©Brindology & Cassandra Luey 2017
Original image by Cassandra Luey

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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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79. Listening to the dream

The afternoon is hiding behind the evening sun,
Far away from your eyes and mine.

Where did your feet take you today?
Did you walk down the familiar path or venture down the cobbled walkway,
Tripping over jutting scars,
Scraping your knees on painful memories?

Where lies your purpose?

What dreams do you harbour deep inside the silence of your heart?
Remember your voice,
And mine.

©Brindology 2016
Original image by Brinda Naidu

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Daily prompt: Interior

71. My father and I 


Noisy raindrops splash down on the heavy green waxed umbrella.

My father carries me in his arms,
High above the drenched path.
He holds me tight,
He keeps me safe.

From my vantage point I see a colourful world:
Umbrellas in a multitude of rainbows hurry past me,
My head turning eagerly towards the nearest one.

Amidst this adventure, my father calls out to me,
He’s waiting to pop a few more Smarties into my mouth.

His eyes smile back at my grin.

How I wish I could travel back in time to that afternoon.
So much has changed between then and now.
He can no longer carry me;
But I mustn’t forget,
He still holds me tight,
And he still keeps me safe.

©Brindology 2016
Original image by Brinda Naidu 

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Daily prompt: Enthusiasm

65. On a moonlit night 

Night.
You’re here once again.
Your blackened countenance gazes upon me as I close my eyes.
My memories belong to you.

In my dreams, your look is inscrutable;
I know not what you think of me.

Night,
Will you bring me peace?
Will you lie beside me,
Watch over me
And chase the nightmare away?

Will you let an all-consuming sleep be my bedfellow once more?

I hear footsteps beyond my door.
The voices travel far to reach my ears.
I imagine they talk about me.
Yes, me.
Sad little me,
That nobody else talks about.

The footsteps walk away
And a silent pause stays behind.

No, I do not hear the heartbeat anymore.

Night.
Shall I lean back on my pillow?
Shall I allow you to embrace me with the wickedness of your depth and surrender to your breathing?

©Brindology & Cassandra Luey 2016
Original image by Cassandra Luey

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62. Empty table for 6

For what defines a family if the family bleeds with cracks unseen?
By those who know not the deeper sense of belonging,
Oh what does it mean?

What does it mean to belong to no one
even though we are more than one?
What will it take for you to see what you’ve done to me?

©Brindology & Joanne Garnell 2016
Original image by Joanne Garnell

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