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Awakening by Jemima Meyer

Jemima Meyer | Apr 25th, 2019 | poetry | No Comments

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when your head and shoulders tense
often rest somewhere
(on a desk or the rest
of a chair) as night is dying
those memories of your friends
(overly sleepy in the birth
of the morning)
eventually knot together
like a bouquet of pain
in the muscles of your neck

now that my light has become tied
up in your spasms and dreams
in your stars and the dark
spaces in between
sometimes in the dead
of night
blankets tangle on my bed
till their heaviness strangles me
to life (the only one
remaining)

Poet Bio

Jemima Meyer (1997-) is a final year Dietetics student at the University of the Free State, South Africa. She likes to chew on science, psychology, philosophy and any type of art. As a music lover she composes songs and herself. Lying wide-eyed at night she often writes. Her poems have been published in various local publications and journals such as New Contrast, Kalahari Review, Litnet, Inkvars (2014 & 2015), and Poort (2013, 2014, 2015 & 2016).

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