i have revolved & rotated with the earth. i have shapeshifted into many
seasons. every new day brings old memories with old imageries. & i've
crept my way to this point with no story to tell. the tongue is usually
numb when it carries our songs. & the more we outpour, the heavier
it becomes. beloved, do you think that wounds come to teach us how
to heal or how to remember? pain is the root word for endurance. &
we bleed, because something inside us is always running, searching for
an outlet that only the tooth of a blade can create. if this poem is the
lens of a telescope, would you liken my eyes to a white cloud? or my story, to an icicle melting into water? would you --
Chinedu Gospel (Frontier IV) is an emerging poet & undergraduate from Anambra, Nigeria. He plays chess & tweets @gonspoetry. His works have appeared or are forthcoming in Fiyah Magazine, Sonder Magazine, Roughcut Press, Foglifter Press, Agbowo Magazine, The Deadlands, Blue Marble Review & elsewhere.