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: December 2020
Exist within your own power.
Be vulnerable
to the shades of life, and
your place within an
ever-changing atmosphere.
Not always comfortable.
At times you will
feel despondent, it is
only natural. There.
Now. Find challenge in
discomfort and confidence
in the heartbeat
propping up your soul. Now.
There you will find
an innate rhythm to share,
not freely, but not
encumbered by fear. It is
within your own power.
Posted on December 18, 2020 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment
Dates forever
remembered and
cherished over time.
Whether it is history or
the mystery of this day,
know you are a part
of something bigger.
Each year we grow.
Every year important.
12/18/2020 j.g.l.
Posted on December 17, 2020 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment
It is
or
is it? Solution
or a question,
less noticeable
with no inflection. How it is
whispered can be stronger
than when written.
There is no paper trail to a
conversation worth having, yet
you can read my thoughts.
Is it how it is phrased,
poetically or otherwise,
does it come as a reaction or
complete surprise.
Tell me, it is truth
or is it lies?
12/17/2020 j.g.l.
