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Tears

Inescapable present(ce);

crystal-clung pathways

to remembered freedom.

Moans

Crying out for more touch;

crying out for too much

into the first death.

***

This poem is featured in my first poetry collection, which you can enjoy here.

Nkem Chukwumerije

Nkem is an intuitive heartist and soul ethnographer devoted to inward journeying and embodying creative wisdom. In her artwork, she explores the mysticism of abstraction created through the sensual, soulful, art-making experience. Her varied exploration of art includes painting, writing, poetry, dance, drawing, design, photography, and artistry as an approach to crafting a meaningful and beautiful life — life, itself, as a healing art experience.

Nkem is the Founder of Wellspringwords and has been a teacher of writing for 12+ years. She is the author of the poetry collection Poetry and the immediate: A collection of sensed spaces, loves to dance, cook, enjoy warm drinks in the morning, and take long walks to connect with Gaia.

https://www.bynkem.co/
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