Tag Archive | strength

115. Remember

Remember,

Through it all

You will stand once more

With your shoulders back

And your head held high.

Remember,

Through it all

You will smile once more

With your spirit healed

And your heart will know why.

Remember.

©Brindology 2017
Original artwork by Brinda Naidu

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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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20. Woman

I am an empty woman,
My tears have fallen to the ground,
I am an empty woman,
My cries have made their sound;
I am an empty woman,
My sorrow lies drowned,
I am an empty woman,
Come, let my spirit be unbound.

I am a renewed woman,
My heart now holds no pain,
I am a renewed woman,
My voice will not be strained;
I am a renewed woman,
Let my spirit be made plain,
I am a renewed woman,
And my spirit can never be stained.

©Brindology 2014

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