We exist, at times silently,
comfortable in our invisibility.
Unnoticeably so.
Unexplained.
We so know, or learn, when
it is time to speak up.
11/08/2024 j.g.l.
Mondays are just young Fridays
What happens when you step away
from the everyday, for a while
(or longer)?
A new locale, an unfamiliar bed, an
alternative view overhead
there is always another way instead;
at least there will be this week.
Even a wristwatch looks different today
for deadlines have no purpose or place
this week.
A well-deserved break, to say the least.
11/04/2024 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.
Mondays are just young Fridays
Posted on February 24, 2020 by j.g.lewis
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Come out of the darkness
slowly. Take your time and
follow your own intentions.
Be like the Moon.
Not everything has to always
be a big deal.
Enjoy the silence, for a spell.
Find your way gradually.
Shine when you can.
Remember that sometimes
it is dark for good reason.
02/24/2020 j.g.l.
