Truths In My Heart Poem by Tumisang Ramarea

My heart is a chamber of secrets!
Of loves that just could not grow.
Loves not allowed to come or go.

Keeping permanence and transience,
It is filled with profound sorrow
And the most intoxicating joy!

It searches for and is itself a home.
As enduring as the Egyptian pyramids
And as seasonal as the weaver's nest.

I am my heart and my heart is me,
We are like the chicken and the egg
Without one, the other cannot be.

It is infinitesimal and yet infinite,
Filled with asymptotes to love.
Its complexity, an ode to love.

My heart is a chamber of secrets!
Of loves that just could not grow.
Loves not allowed to come or go.