Tag Archive | self-love

97. Plea

Let me speak
Whilst I still have my voice, 
Let me live
Whilst I still have the choice
To wake up each morning 
And lift my head up high
To stand on my feet
And spread my wings wide. 

My life is too short, 
This life can run dry, 
This life can just wither
And silently die; 
Yet my life is a blossom, 
Even though it’s fragile, 
My life can give hope,
A reason to fly. 

So let me sing
Whilst I can, 
Let me dance
With that man, 
Let me be
The very person I am;
Let me love, 
Let me live, 
Let me shine in this land, 
Let me breathe,
Let me think,
Let me speak
Whilst I can. 

©Brindology 2015 

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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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69. Pause, breathe, relax

This is my time to pause,
To close my eyes,
To sit in silence amongst these stones,
And forget all that’s false.

This is my time to breathe,
To forgive my every sin,
To fill my heart with love,
And sway gently with the trees.

Let me abandon tomorrow’s worry,
Let my mind be relaxed,
Let me float up to the stars,
Let me wipe away my tracks.
Let the dark night engulf me,
Let every sorrow disappear,
Let my mind be set free,
Let me banish every fear.

©Brindology 2016

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Daily prompt: Relax

59. Scribbles in your notebook

Why do you let your words remain silent?
They are more than scribbles in your notebook.

That secret you hold deep in your heart,
That love that nobody knows about,
That thought that keeps you from breaking apart,
Are but mere scribbles in your notebook.

Set them free.

©Brindology 2016

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52. By myself 

Finally.
I’m here by myself.
Time to sit,
To breathe,
To do nothing at all.

Finally.
I sit at this table by myself.
My coffee forgotten,
My thoughts fly far,
The sounds of other people slip into a lost world.

Finally.
I can heal by myself.
There is time to listen to my heart
With space for my soul
To be free.

©Brindology 2016
Original image by Brinda Naidu 

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43. indifference

indifference has walked in where love once stayed.
she’s put her suitcase down and taken off her shoes.


she walks around, opens the window and looks out to the blue sky.
the clouds have parted ways, letting the orange rays of the sun shine through.
there’s a gentle breeze blowing, and she turns away.


the door is still standing open, just the way she left it.
love keeps walking away.
love isn’t turning back.

©Brindology 2016

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40. Washed away

My sins have been washed away by rain.
All the colours of my past
— red, green, blue —
Are gone.

Only the black ink of my memory stains my skin now.

Let my body be my canvas,
Don’t judge me.
My body is mine,
My words are sacred to me.

©Brindology 2016 & Belinda Low
©Original artwork by Belinda Low

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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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35. Memory

At the break of dawn,
your whispers drift toward me
like gentle waves lapping at my feet
as I look out into the horizon.

I sense the loneliness surrounding you.

Holding you too close in the darkest shadows of your existence,
you wonder if you are known —
whether your face is one of the nameless,
if your presence actually matters.

Turn your thoughts away from this misery.
Nobody truly lives only in one person’s mind.

You are the sky,
the ocean,
the air that draws itself around me.

You are long gone from this physical space,
but your name lingers on my lips.

©Brindology 2015

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30. Earrings

Ding ding
Ding ding
Ding ding
Jang.

Dangle dingle
Jangle jingle
Earrings my earrings
Double or single?

Ding ding
Ding ding
Ding ding
Jang.

Dingle dingly
Jingle jingly
Earrings my earrings
Simple or queenly?

Ding ding
Ding ding
Ding ding
Jang.

Dingly dangle
Jingly jangle
Earrings my earrings
Alone?
Or with bangle?

Ding ding
Ding ding
Ding ding
Jang.

©Brindology 2004

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