Its My Heart Poem by Anele Potelwa (Unpublished)

were not even an awl has eyes to see,
but i have miles to be,
even a mouse struggles to see,
but i have a place to sit and drink the tea,
when bowed down in vigour with my knees,
listening to the sound of dark that impress my niece,
conspetualised with foundation beneath,
and so mesmerised with penetration beyond,
the behold my essence is application,
the secret from the dark,

floods come flow but it remains,
storms blow show but the regains,
he is the museum i have physically been to,
but a valley i have mentally corresponded to, he is untouchable but tangible in magic,
little and tiny but very poetic,
its a forest revived to curse,
but its provocation is given a power to nurse,
its the mountain i have never been,
the dark mount i should have long seen,

they know it!
but i know it more!