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Ancient Prayers

My Native Tongue

By Deborah PortilloPublished 5 years ago 1 min read
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Photo by Megan Hodges on Unsplash

I hear the songs.

I hear the chants.

My heart thumps to the beat.

I feel the spirits.

I feel the prayers.

My soul begins to weep.

I listen to the words

Although I do not understand them.

I feel the sorrow.

I listen to the rhythm.

I feel the connection.

My ancestors live within these veins.

I see them surrounding me.

I see them swaying to the beat.

For I am one with them.

I know those before me are showing me the way.

I feel the ancient warriors preparing me for war.

For one day they'll greet me home and remind me of where I once belonged.

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About the Creator

Deborah Portillo

I’m just an amateur writer, expressing my hopes, dreams, and nightmares for all to read. A lot of my short stories come from nightmares, while my poems are expressed from hopes, dreams, and feelings.

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