The One Within

There is a silent visitor inside you now — softer than fresh-baked bread, more precious than gifts from wise men of the East. A second heartbeat, gently echoing beneath your own. You carry more than a name. You carry memories yet to be made, a mirror of past souls, a vessel for tomorrow’s joy. So walk gently, eat wisely, rest fully. That bottle of cider — it whispers lies. That puff of smoke — it scorches what is still becoming. Feed this life with love, with hope, not with chemicals that dilute beautiful expectations. Go. Sit with those women in white — the ones who read charts like oracles, plotting the rise of a king or queen within your womb. Let them weigh the weeks, count your months like blessings. Endure the prick of needles — not just for you, but for the strength of the life to come. And when the countdown draws near, remember: Swollen feet will give way to first smiles. Too much sleep will surrender to sleepless nights. And sleepless nights will bloom into stories — told by the very angel you now carry. by Davie Kaliu