Uncertainty can often
blur your surroundings.
Unclear.
The map is always there,
the lines signify the path
you need to follow.
You simply have to find
the direction.
It is all in your hands.
© 2017 j.g. lewis
refusal
she insists
on finding beauty
in my madness
a lover, yes
she will not be turned away
yet I, in my cowardice
refuse
her longing
refuse to accept
linear and lyrical poetry
consistency
gentle ways
deep caring eyes
yet
all I see is compromise
I say I dream
she says she understands
how
is that possible
if I don’t
and don’t want to
conversations
between the lines
more pronounced
or definite
daydreams mid-sentence
even I
can’t interpret
not
wanting
the responsibility
I refuse distractions
unable to look
beyond a certain end
below the surface
past bruises and invisible scars
I have no shame
in what’s there
hidden more beneath the skin
I just don’t want to
talk about it
©2015 j.g. lewis