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 2024
Hold on to the bravery
you summon each day.
Hold on to the comfort
you find in your community,
no matter how small. The
support, and strength, we
find in others will lift us
through those difficult days.
Hold on to the reminders
that you are not alone.
Hold on to your self;
you can do this.
© 2018 j.g. lewis
Posted on September 6, 2024 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment
I am not moved.
Trust me then, when words
won’t squeeze out of a pen.
Trust me when I tell you
I am not feeling anything.
Tell me about pain.
It has been years since
I have even noticed.
Mention, again, how it felt
or how I should be feeling.
I am not moving.
09/06/2024 j.g.l.
Posted on September 5, 2024 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment
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.
