Secrets are rarely as heavy as
the weight we assign to them.
The gravity of circumspect
plays out, time and again. It is
what we carry as we decide
what crosses, or is held within,
our moral divide.
Sit with it for a while, moved
only when memory comes into
play; last night, or the other, or
any other day.
09/05/2024 j.g.l.
When you are not ready to say
all you need to say, you remain
unable to feel all you are
meant to feel.
Joy, relief, compassion,
beliefs, unobtainable all in the
truest sense. Your solitude, like
a sin, stays locked inside.
Unbidden, personal inquisition
only you can reply to, abiding
precious time.
09/03/2024 j.g.l.
Treat others
as you would
treat yourself.
Share when you can.
Kindness has no season,
but is best served
with appreciation.
Gratitude does not
need a reason, but
the taste will last
a very long time.
Be thankful.
09/02/2024 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.
We take tally of days, events, and milestones that matter;
even subconsciously. They matter, in time, or at the time.
Each stroke, each day, represents something monumental
in some way. We recall days, perhaps not as often as we
should, that leave an impression on our mind. People and
places influence our solitary path, especially when we feel
alone. The conscious kindness of others will brighten your
life cycle in periods when you need to shed greater light on
what we have lived through. No columns represent wins or
loses. Every single mark a subtle stanza of a never-ending
poem registering episodes of emotion. Over time, all of our
experiences add up to well-lived life. Swift as a heartbeat, the
sheer number of marks on the page is ever-humbling. We
are present through it all. Whatever stage you find yourself
in this journey, it is just as important to remember all of the
occasions and occurrences as it is to leave space for more.
© 2024 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.