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: July 2018
It takes such little time to respond, to reply; to correspond with another soul.
In that time, any distance is removed from the equation.
At that time, there is a personal connection that makes time worthwhile
In this age of instant, a handwritten letter slows life down for a moment or two.
Take that time.
07/06/2018 j.g.l.
Posted on July 5, 2018 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment
We walk, uncomfortably,
against the wind. Some of us
gain greater ground, always
moving us with their presence.
They set an example. Often.
Fortitude unnoticed, earnest
effort looks so easy.
That is your truth.
Grace me with your smile
and I can only promise
an attempt to reflect
appreciation of your
authenticity.
My expression may be slight,
as it often struggles with my
darkness, but it is genuine.
That is my truth.
07/05/2018 j.g.l.
Posted on July 4, 2018 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment
Does it feel this way for everyone?
This darkness, this temptation, to look away,
to step away, from a silent fire.
I have been burned.
I am vulnerable.
I am afraid of speaking out.
I hold these heavy thoughts back from others (don’t they have their own concerns).
What do I keep away from myself?
Does it matter?
Couldn’t I simply amuse myself
with lighter thoughts, or gentle distractions – wouldn’t golf become
a more useful game – where the object, intent, and goal is so simple?
Who am I to think my purpose or intention is more important, or
I am simply missing the point?
I am hurting.
Am I ignoring the hurt?
My eyelids are heavy;
is it from seeing too much, or is it from trying
to keep them shut?
© 2018 j.g. lewis
