Birth
I'm buried with child
As I am the only child left behind
With no forthcoming
Or night shadows
My pillows are soaked with prayers
As my knees are pale of beliefs
The strategy of enlightenment
Gets to be grasped by the thin layers of faith
I am still becoming
With nothing in hand
But
A sharp narrative to blend while speaking in tongues
Luring the little thoughts of time
I never had a voice before
But my light of gratitude gravitated slowly towards the sand bars and touched my bare feet
I now know what lies ahead, as my visions forwardly spotted the faith
I now believe solely I am incredible
Not in a mythical manner
In a spiritual spitted comfort
Ashleigh Ngoqo
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