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: August 2021
We probably don’t need to be reminded,
every day, people in this world, in this life,
are hurting. Even yourself.
You can feel it, some days more than others.
Most times you are able to
get past the doubt and delusion
for a little while. Most times. It comes back.
You know. You don’t need to be reminded,
but you are. Often.
A scrap of paper, a certain date, a song
from a passing car, can easily evoke
feelings of anger, of discontent,
of a pain greater than discomfort. It’s there,
in the pit of your being. Cracks flow
deep beyond the surface. It is ugly,
and unwanted. A true hurt. A scar slices deep
into the marrow of your existence.
Fractures and faults. You know hurting,
or inching your way through the pain,
can make you stronger. You are not sure
how. Or when.
You do not know why. You know it hurts,
and you hate to be reminded.
How strong do you need to be?
How do you find empathy?
How is it you can see
circumstances have changed over the years,
but not the cause of the pain.
All that remains is the hurt.
©2017 j.g. lewis
Posted on August 27, 2021 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment
Chances.
We take them every day,
but seem to think about
them less than we do, or
more than we will admit.
Chances.
We take them all the time.
Think about it.
Think a little more.
Don’t leave it all to chance.
08/27/2021 j.g.l.
Posted on August 26, 2021 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment
I’m not sure what matters
is worth writing about.
I am sure that most of what
has been happening has
been written and reported
in daring detail, and yet we
continue to read about it.
But, do we feel it?
08/26/2021 j.g.l.
