Can anyone help me with any text(s) that relate to "Only the heart" novel..preferably short poem..thanks

the novel by caswell and chiem? I haven't read it, can you tell us what it's about?

Yes its that one..its about Vietnamese family who undergoes number of extremely hard journeys(mainly inner journeys acompanaied by their physical ones).they ran away from the regim of communist's leaving everything, came by boat to Kuala Lumpur and make their way to Australia..their way is full of traumas and tragedies(lot of people die)etc.so basicly wot i would be looking for is a poem which will show clear Inner journeys(and not neccessarily but if possible that would be great, the poem that involves Vitnamese poeple and the their struggle)but yet again it can be about anyone who undergoes those inceredibly hard inner and physical journeys.hope that helps..:)thanks

have a look at previous requests (see the link below). Let me know if it doesn't help. But it's a difficult request.

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Here's one written by a Japanese survivor of world war II

Manzanar

Dust storms.
Sweat days.
Yellow people,
Exiles.
I am the mountain that kisses the sky in the dawning.
I watched the day when these, your people, came into your heart.
Tired.
Bewildered.
Embittered.

I saw you accept them compassion, impassive but visible.
Life of a thousand teemed within your bosom.
Silently you received and bore them.
Daily you fed them from your breast,
Nightly you soothed them to forget slumber,
Guardian and keeper of the unwanted.

They say your people are wanton
Sabateurs.
Haters of white men.
Spies.
Yet I have seen them go forth to die for their only country,
Help with the defense of their homeland,
America.

I have seen them look with beautiful eyes at nature.
And know the pathos of their tearful laughter,
Choked with enveloping mists of the dust storms,
Pant with the heat of sweat-days; still laughing.
Exiles.

And I say to these you harbor and those on the exterior,
"Scoff if you must, but the dawn is approaching,
When these, who have learned and suffered in silent courage;
Better, wiser, for the unforgettable interlude of detention,
Shall trod on free sod again,
Side by side peacefully with those who sneered at the
Dust Storms.
Sweat days.
Yellow people,
Exiles.

Michiko Mizumoto

thanks for that poem lg..cant really find anything on that link..but yea i know its a hard request:))does anyone else have any other poem that could connect?
thanks:)