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: April 2019
Bruised. Beat up.
Each day we hurt; each day we heal some way:
physically, spiritually, superficially
in most cases.
We exist with pain
we cannot forget, nor will we get past.
It moves with us
through phantom limbs. What is, what it was,
or what will never be. No matter how
we squirm, meditate, medicate
or mask our wounds
we bleed.
You cannot wipe
the taste of an old lover from your lips,
a parent’s words echo, mistakes sustained.
Thoughts better left for dead,
and very much alive.
Terminal disappointment.
Remove the dressing,
scars remain: reminders; where we have been,
what we have done or
what has been done
to us. Excuses solemnly validate
our existence.
This art of living
involves exquisite deception. Calloused knees bent,
we pick at scabs from prayer
or surrender. Impressions remain
pressed into the skin.
Of course we hurt.
Who better would know
the fundamental truth of the human experience?
Tear off the bandage,
the wounds will breathe. Proof
we have done something that can and will
make us stronger.
© 2019 j.g. lewis
APRIL IS POETRY MONTH
a fundamental truth
Judgements
Questions framed
as parables
Arbitrary assumptions
acknowledgement
of little worth
There is no clear
balanced history
I don’t want to lie
I can’t tell the truth
I know
everything
about you
that hurts
We both know
it isn’t you
it isn’t right
it isn’t true
Still
I can’t do anything
with this
endless
disappointment
04/23/2019 j.g. lewis
APRIL IS POETRY MONTH
everything and anything
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Damp, cold,
diminished. Weary
to the core. Lost or
misplaced; haven’t we all
known better days?
Very little left
to protect your self or
your sanity. Bones are
strong, the soul
is softer, less resilient,
capable of absorbing
truth and fallacy. Fact
is not always safe.
We have all
witnessed better days.
When the lowest low
becomes your highest
state, there is not
the tenderness required
of faith. We need
to be held to find a place,
we need the purpose
of today.
04/22/2019 j.g.l.
APRIL IS POETRY MONTH
each and every damned day
