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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