My Heart Poem by Mazwi Sedibe

Over the fantasy hills
Down the hurting sorrow pits
Fro and to
There and back
Through and through
My Yearning heart has been

My seeking heart
Never grew legs, but
It once fled from my chest

Then I heard rumours that
It had moved on
To dwell in her heart
Then moved on again
To dwell her heart

It's said, that it's being handle by her,
It was in her hand,
Then
It was later in her hand
My fragile heart
Eventually fell from her hand
And broke,
It was never handled with care

I since then matured up and I was older
After noticing the tendencies of my longing heart
I began to be cautious about whom
I should entrust with my whole heart

I realised that the same lying tongues
That bruised my bleeding heart
Were the same lying tongues
Found licking the blood out of the gashes of my ruined heart

Yet, I still fall short
Of standing tall and refuse
To acquiesce into giving my tender heart again
To her, then her and then her

These hers they are never fair
She will only care about her
Self, heart and well being
And never about my open heart's well being


As a result I died with my poor heart
Beating slow as I gained consciousness
That's when I realised
That not every lip
That kisses my mouth
Is to resuscitate my love dying heart
But mostly it is to choke to death
The very love dying heart