Sickling Through for Soul Balms – Chinemerem Prince Nwankwo.
Sickling Through for Soul Balms & in the morning,we slid like ornaments glittering with oversized adjectivesin the follicles of our father’s praise.We warmed our teeth in tinted happiness, wellingup as butterflies fluttering in the country of father’s body.We’re a host of glow-wormsin which our father’s grief diminishes ingreen light. Day by day, we sneak intothe taste buds of our father’s rattling prayers,spurning spicules of reminisces fruiting in us, fears.Admit grief, father is a balcony of abstract gardens,where love blooms like soft petals of homestead flowers.& his humor, streaming like fine wines in which our trifling tempests ferments.O, how sweet to find fragility cradling in the chaotic arms of fatherhood,leaving us wrapped in the foliage of succor.Holding forte, we prune this wild, sickling through —not for acinus or vesicles but for soul balm. Contributor’s Bio Chinemerem Prince Nwankwo is currently an undergraduate of History and International Studies, University of Uyo, Uyo,…