We live in a world of what ifs.
What if we did something else,
or what if we weren’t there (as
sometimes we shouldn’t be
when it comes down to the
wrong place at the right time).
What if it never happened?
What if we had responded
differently or if we had taken
the advice we were told?
Would we have been so bold?
05/30/2023 j.g.l.
Is what you do enough?
For who?
For you?
Self-doubt?
Self-love?
Self-centered?
Is it selfish to think mainly
of what I need to do for me,
myself, and I?
Why?
When will I find resolve to
my never-ending queries?
Will it be enough?
Do you still doubt?
Do you struggle with answers,
as much as the questions?
Can you decide?
Are you trying?
Is that enough?
05/23/2023 j.g.l.
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.
Awoken by thoughts
or a voice shouting on the street below
or
nothing
3 a.m. or later
window open comfortably cool
this June rain makes more of an impression
in isolation
silence challenges
both history and the future
our daily lives and routines
only a reminder
humans need humans
Craving physical contact
we all need friendship security
compassion and hope
We need more meaning on
how we really spend our lives
The indisputable truth:
All of us have sinned
Now we realize everyone needs
Community
crisis or chaos
we are denied
guilt will find a place to rest
how do you sleep at night?
© 2020 j.g. lewis
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.
