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 2024
Secrecy and salvation,
rarely one in the same.
We seek pleasure where
we ought not to, purge
clandestine thoughts into
ears we should not trust;
because we are where
we shouldn’t be.
Unknowingly,
we will cry tomorrow
for the sins of today.
Once a habit, it is their way.
Now. How many times
have you forgiven someone,
even yourself?
Do you not remember, or
even notice, words wasted
in spite of it all.
Tell me about pain,
it’s been years since I have
even noticed how it feels
to feel like that.
I cannot know relief, not
like I used to. Sadly,
it remains a secret.
© 2024 j.g. lewis
Posted on August 12, 2024 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment
Most of us look,
some of us see, less of us believe.
Division and derision
commonplace across our land;
perpetrators rarely understand
we will not buy
what they are selling.
Already we struggle
with thoughts bought and sold to
the lowest common denominator.
Do not heed mixed messages
hidden in the stories they are telling.
Most of us say nothing, some of us
less, not enough of us speak up.
Staying silent costs too much.
Think for your self.
08/12/2024 j.g.l.
Posted on August 11, 2024 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment“We are what we see. We are
products of our surroundings.”
-Amber Valletta
What do you see?
What do you feel?
What do you believe?
This environment, this day,
your choice, your way.
Surround yourself with
simple comforts and
allow your mood
to improve.
08/11/2024 j.g.l.
