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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
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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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106. The future is here

When does the future occur, 
Tell me when?

When does this present moment
Come to its end? 

When does time
Stop and stand? 

When will we walk
Hand in hand?

©Brindology 2014

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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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