Why are you here,
i still keep
asking myself.

I know you are
not here to give
me some roses.

I know you are
not here to listen
to what i have to say.

I know how
it feels when
you are not wanted.

Is rejection
a part of love,
is it really
a part of life.

It is full
of horrible and
heartrending pain.

The kind of pain
my heart never
deserves or desire.

Like a broken rib
it hurts even more
when you breathe.

Only you can feel
the pain just like  
a sore thumb.

With shame
you hide behind
your skin.

Even with your
clothes on,
you still feel naked.

Confused as the
tortoise taken out
from its first habitat.

He's forever miserable,
because he can't
find its way home.
©2019,Emeka Mokeme.