My Heart Poem by Yanga Hlomendlini

My heart, an instrument;
Beating the song of life;
A sound never violent,
Though beating with strife;
Hammering within my chest,
Pound through my lungs,
Promising to never rest-
Till my end comes,
Though starting my days-
With beats of ecstasy,
As if nature's call says;
My heart is poetry.

My heart may shatter-
Inside broken dreams-
Of a forever after,
But its light never dims;
It beats the rhythm-
Of life, as emotion-
Trips and falters reason;
My heart keeps motion,
Even when verbal swords;
Are coughed by an enemy,
For as I breathe words;
My heart is poetry.

The colour of life painted-
In the center of my eyes,
As my feelings fainted;
My mind dipped in lies;
My heart remembers,
As my ears hear-
Echoes of holy whispers;
Promising to devour fear,
Thus I ink emotions on pages,
So unborn future humanity;
Recall through the ages;
My heart is poetry.