And unexpectedly
I stumbled over a scar
And from that scar I aknowledged a wound;
A wound which had been opened by words of mockery
A wound had which had now been healed.

I saw a soul left with a nail;
A nail which had been hammered
From behind the heart,
Piercing into the soul and
Leaving as spirit dark and gloomy.

Yet,

As I looked deeper,
A shimmering reflection
Had been thrown back into my face
From the surface of my inner soul
And as the dark and gloomy veil of
Misperceptions and fear,
Which had covered my spirits was removed,
I became the first
To discover and observe Nompumelelo
A decendent of the sons of Biera.

I took of the blinding spectacles
Of judgemental perceptions
And at that moment
I knew
I would like what i saw......