In the dreams of my delusions come times in which my hands carry definite purpose.
The actual event never clear but the definite emotion overwhelming.
My hands fill with life. My heart beats as the rhythm of an ancient time carried from my ancestors to me to this child I am holding in my arms.
There was a time in my life I though perhaps I was to do this,
to bring forth care to life upon entrance.
Certainty has never been a friend of mine.
However, passion has guided me by the hand and I will continue to follow, knowing that maybe someday it will bring me back to this same moment in time that reoccurs and translates into the delivery of my people into life.
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