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: October 2024
It is thought that counts;
endless reflection of past wrongs,
mistakes mistakenly remembered
and deep devious disappointments
always contained within.
We must ever be mindful of
changes that can be made after
all is said and done.
We can do more.
10/27/2024 j.g.l.
Posted on October 26, 2024 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.
© 2016 j.g. lewis
more expression
less content
more meaning
less dialogue
more illumination
less obscurity
more movement
less stagnation
more diversity
less discrimination
more peace
less confusion
more love
less ego
more humanity
less evil
10/25/2024 j.g.l.
