Ever the darkness, every night or
early morn, a moment for chance,
the time to begin.
Still, we wait.
Incessantly.
We do it again and again, enough
or a lot or as much as we can
if we care to admit it.
Why?
Can’t a shade of mystery simply
take hold, whether we like it
or not?
Must we always seek familiarity?
10/21/2024 j.g.l.
The Moon hangs low,
yet the Sun still rises.
Each day
we have another chance
to shine a little brighter.
Rise up.
Be radiant.
© 2019 j.g. lewis
Today might not be what it is
without yesterday being all
that it was.
In a succession of events,
unplanned or programmed,
rarely do we consider
what has happened,
as it happens.
Sometimes we speak less
about things that matter
as we think we have
more time, as such.
Oftentimes
we do not speak of
things we should
as they are happening,
in the time that remains.
In the time we are given,
the present persists.
10/15/2024 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.
Each of us is fragile, under pressure, and aware of the life’s difficulties. Day by day the obstacles change, or become more familiar, and we deal with them (or try) in our own way.
Past experience allows us, at times, to get through, or get past all that we face; only because we have been there before.
It might not be the same experience, but we have learned.
Life’s common, or uncommon, events take a chip out of our ego, dent our pride, and leave scars or scuffs.
Sometimes we can’t see. Other times we can’t heal.
We are all a bit broken, and full of imperfections.
When we connect with another person, we get a sense of their hardships, or inadequacies.
We learn to accept them as we have come to accept ourselves.
In that we find beauty.
Each of us are beautiful wrecks. When we realize that, it makes it easier to accept one another.
I am here, flaws and all.
I’m glad you are as well.
12/12/2020 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.