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 .