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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 a 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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