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.
Victimless crime.
Take what is yours, take what is mine.
Undue violence, the greed, hypocrisy;
what is left behind when
we are only accountable
to ourselves.
Each of us a shadow,
most of us forgettable,
all of us trying
to get by.
Beyond the barking dogs, before
pungent night air strangles any humanity
from vagrants who piss in corners
we never visit.
On the darker side of 3 a.m.
A wrong answer will get you knifed,
the wrong needle will leave you dead.
No one will care.
Fewer will know.
Remind me who I am
before I forget to see.
Just write
my name
in graffiti.
Claim my sins
and transgressions.
I will own up to my responsibilities,
like a prayer
like a poem
like a person.
© 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.
2 replies on “To Get By”
This is gritty, strong- sensing a power underneath it all. Thank you J.G.<3
Thank you for following Melina. Appreciated.