IN SILENT PRETENCE
Between words,
that stifilled my being,
oceans of my emotions
stole the pieces  
of my soul.  
Feeling the feelings  
for healing is  
the attitude for my being.  
Silent echoes says  
love is the sea of no end.
To carry the words
i heard on my back,
is like the lizard  
that lives in a house  
but it doesn't mean  
it's the owner of the house.
Even as the snail drags
its shell along,
even so the tortoise
walks around with its shell.
As the snake sheds  
its scale in due season,
even so the heart
vehemently rejects and
expunge  every pressure
of words messing with it.  
Even as the chameleons
changes its colour
to suit itself,
so the unstable mind
changes because it is fickle.
Though in silent pretence
the heart remembers,
but like the elephant
it never forgets the hurts
only the heart can feel.
Like that child who  
in a hurry cuts  
the underground yam  
while standing,
must sit down patiently  
to uproot it.
©2021,Emeka Mokeme .