All the things my mouth can’t say,
Sometimes lurk in my heart
Wishing they could tell tales.
Some of them are great,
Some of them are not,
Some are shallow,
Some are deep
Sometimes,
All the things my mouth can’t say,
Are shown in my actions
They can be heard in what I did,
They can be heard in what I didn’t do
It’s really a dilemma sometimes,
For though, I wish to say some things,
But I fear that –
It could be like a poisoned arrow,
However, far be it from me to kill
With my words or thoughts.
Instead, I would rather that,
All the things my mouth can’t say
Be a salve for the wounded.

(c) Chukwudi I.