The answers are far less certain
than even last week, to all those
perennial questions or solutions
you might seek.
What do you believe, or
what do you believe in?
Come Monday, you have fewer
questions than you had last week.
For a while there are less doubts
in what you believe.
Whom do you believe in,
and who believes in you?
11/18/2024 j.g.l.
We want to know what
we don’t know, or hadn’t thought of,
or forgot.
What mattered then,
or what mattered when, shifts over time.
We notice.
Perception is what you don’t see.
Deception is what know.
You see it differently through your aloneness.
The truth behind a lie,
you question how and why.
It made sense.
Anticipation keeps us waiting
for only so long. Will it matter
if you felt it never did?
© 2021 j.g. lewis
Slow down: even with the ideas that come to quicky. Take the time to acknowledge the feelings that arrive, as they arrive.
Write it down. How else will you remember what you were thinking?
Print neatly. You hardly understand the thoughts at the time, why make it more difficult to comprehend weeks or years from now?
Follow your own logic; only you need to truly make sense of what is happening, or all that has happened.
Pay attention to the lessons of the past. Be mindful that not all are worth repeating.
Clarity. Make corrections as you go. Flaws become more difficult to correct the longer you live with them.
11/14/2024 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.
Aren’t we all somewhat flawed, slightly
tainted and, perhaps, even odd?
Stuck in our ways, we will surely refuse
to admit, our faults are apparent more
than a little bit.
Unforgotten deeds, lack of contempt,
we usually wonder where the money went.
Self-centered worries consume so much
precious time, restricting intentions and
thoughts sublime.
In so many ways I am often in awe we can
struggle through a Wednesday, or Thursday, in
spite of it all. Regardless of advice, we continue
to forge on, even when it appears all hope
is long gone.
I’m not sure if it’s right, or when it goes wrong,
but we fool ourselves all along. Each week
presents obstacles we seem to push our way
through, I’m not always sure I can make it,
how about you?
©2017 j.g. lewis
04/07/17
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.
2 replies on “Not Always Sure”
Some days I have moments where I think I won’t make it, but always do.
WE all have days like that. I’m just like you, I make it through.