Poetry | Gentle Heart
Words by Jon Wilson and image by Niamh Walsh-Vorster.
for me
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I don’t know how to be
anything but this.
the soft gentle way
my heart breaks over
and over
the way it moves
through boys
and thoughts
and late night conversations
my heart asks so much of me
and is so impatient.
it struggles to work through the
delicate method of falling
in love
out of love
into a two-person-state
it hurts and heals
more times than
the deserved amount
it steals my hours, minutes, days
and weeks
makes me weak
yearning
for so much more
Through it
I am hurting, breathing
‘Living’
a heart at war with
itself.
Hailing from Port Alfred in the Eastern Cape, I am currently a student at UCKAR working towards my MA in Literary Studies in English. My research is in Queer African (Nigerian, Kenyan, and South African) film and literature. I am obsessed with music, books, film, television, pop culture and politics. I am equally a fan of meeting up with friends or staying indoors to binge-watch documentaries or old episodes of Drag Race on Netflix — Jon Wilson.
