A Sotho lady

Misfortune passed me today, with days of constant pursuit, a leg dropped me a pass, my tongue twisting, my long well rehearsed script, grew lines I new not their whereabouts, it was calmness and character that stole my attention and today luck made brave enough to cough my chest long blockages, a Sotho lady, so humbled and collected, I saw a woman in her eyes, literally directing to a tomorrow of hope and accountability, some tranquillity in me sighed, I met greatness and fineness in one today, a blend only God hands can blend, she had me speaking languages never thought was capable of, until she said her name was Lerato, losing me in my senses, as her voice manifest in my mind, was only butterflies and stars in my sanity, woman daughter!, please reduce the volume, I'm losing my innate capabilities, in you, she took my present in her words, still I battling for a way to my here and now, with her hypnotising articulations, my vocab formatted, Gemming my expressions in her volatile humility frequencies, I suspect heaven delegated creative and artistic creators in absent of God to perfect what God has already started, this Lady in the forefront of my heart beat #Poetic_Ink