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: August 2020
past the façade
there are tones and textures
beneath the surface
each of us
everything is a
rhythm of time
a reflection of life
until now
it doesn’t have to be complex
look deeper
at what is there
you might be surprised
08/13/2020 j.g.l.
Posted on August 12, 2020 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment
What you desire
is rarely what is needed. Choices implied,
fascination or frivolities. Rare indeed,
in times like these, the weeks as we know.
We are tested
on days like today
when all that is left is hope.
When to live
in the present takes more from us than
we feel prepared to acknowledge. Courage
required; desires will consume. Needs
only sustain
when doubt is more
than a shadow, less than the truth.
Where that
we have, or all we hold onto, is what seems
impossible or unlikely. Or undeserved.
What is required to sustain you?
More hope? Or
more compassion.
Take what you need. Choose wisely.
© 2020 j.g. lewis
Posted on August 11, 2020 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment
Look around.
A stagnant mind, crush
of time, can only limit
what you do. Even if
your destination
is unclear,
there is only up
from here.
Where are you now?
08/11/2020 j.g.l.
