Our paths shift, circumstance and
attitude shaping our trajectory.
The company we keep alters both
our outlook and destination.
We are where we are
mainly because of who we are
and whom we are with.
04/16/2024 j.g.l.
A wish for words more delicate and
refined will only lead to
an unnecessary edit, constrained curiosity,
and a smudge of indifference.
Emotions scoured from the page,
its patina reflective now of a chaotic mind,
you are no longer (or never have been)
satisfied with what is there.
Speaking freely, nowhere near the truth,
a humane reaction may not be soothed.
Not always. No matter what.
No longer plain and simple. Perhaps
it never was?
You question the questions.
The flaws in your self can only add up
to a greater expression of your being.
04/15/2024 j.g.l.
April is Poetry Month
flaws and all
We do not touch the money, now
only digits on a screen. Ingredients
in our foods unknown, or what
scientists contribute to the scheme.
Price at the pump keeps going up,
still our cars can’t seem
to get enough.
Politicians are not worth knowing, or
deeds in which they partake, sin or
scandal widely-known, we
elect them anyway.
Damn truth be told,
between utter lies; they won’t salute
the dead, so many innocents die.
We won’t wash our hands, but
still waste the water
and share the blame.
We don’t care if we don’t want to,
our days continue just the same.
© 2018 j,g, lewis
I'm like a pencil;
sometimes sharp,
most days
well-rounded,
other times
dull or
occasionally
broken.
Still I write.
j.g. lewis
is a writer/photographer in Toronto.
Doubtful or disparaged, hopeful, hopeless, or just damn happy; everybody feels exactly that way, at some point.
We are human, each with the capacity for a whole gamut of emotion, and we all go through ups and downs. It is only natural.
Often we don’t have to think about the highs, but the lows can trigger feelings of inadequacy or worse. Things may not be going as planned, or how you wanted . . . or at all. You get down on yourself, or somebody else, or the whole world that seems to pass you by. You can feel trapped, alone, or unsettled, as if you are the only person who has been through this shit before.
The uncertainty is unsettling. You feel nobody cares and then begin to care for yourself less than you should. It takes a bit of gumption; it is hard to admit you are not on your game.
Sometimes you can’t even admit to yourself exactly why you are feeling the way you do.
But you have to let it out. It will eat you up from the inside if you can’t find an outlet.
Writing in a journal will, indeed, track your thoughts, and patterns, and may (in the long run) offer answers and insight, but your feelings need a stronger voice.
Speak up.
Talk to someone.
Who will listen? It may be a person close to the situation, or a professional who can offer an outside perspective, perhaps even a friend?
Your friend may not have any idea what you are experiencing, or know exactly what’s going on, but that should not matter.
With a friend, you don’t even have to broach the topic.
Sometimes just talking, making a human connection, and knowing another person is listening is enough to restore some feelings of self-confidence, or put you in a better mind frame.
Talking lets you know somebody is listening.
Remember: someone cares; somebody feels, or has felt, just like you.
Everybody feels that way some time.
05/08/2017 j.g.l.
I’m like a pencil;
sometimes sharp,
most days
well-rounded,
other times
dull or
occasionally
broken.
Still I write.
j.g. lewis
is a writer/photographer in Toronto.