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.
Month: September 2020
For each of our actions, there
are reactions. Our interactions,
each day, create results and
responses. Reminders.
Caught up in cause and effect,
what we do affects not only
ourselves. A bigger picture.
Try, today, to do something
positive, something nice or
of benefit to someone.
Try. Try harder.
We can all make this world
a better place; at least don’t
make it worse.
09/27/2020 j.g.l.
Posted on September 26, 2020 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment
You catch yourself wanting to say,
to ask, to cry out for help, for attention
or for effect. Even if only to see
if anybody is listening. Yet you don’t.
Anger ignites, anxiety rages, and the
consequences of a handful of
wholly conscious decisions scorch
the fragility of the present. It matters
not what tinder was sacrificed
to the flame, for now it is ash. Now
useless. Consumed. There is nothing
else left. You know, deep down,
what matters is what you ask, or say,
to the one person who has always
been there. See yourself. Be yourself.
j.g.l.
Posted on September 25, 2020 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment
You can’t
wash your hands
of your
responsibilities.
Are your
Hands clean?
09/25/2020 j.g.l.
