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 2021
We measure our days as
the sun goes down, and
reflect on life a little longer
by the light of the moon.
Last night allowed us a
greater view of the truth.
08/22/2021 j.g.l.
Posted on August 21, 2021 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment
Brightening sky, the questioning why,
each day. World not awake, not yet,
and neither are you. Off to work, or
off to where? The road ahead,
you only stare.
This is not living, but coping. Existing,
at this hour. We do
what we must, as we can, in the space
stretching between silence and
satisfaction. Biding time,
tempted by what we know
and what we need. Questioning why.
Another try, day for day,
find your way. Another wait.
Familiar road. Days the same, no one
to blame, but your self. If you choose,
if you see,
if you try, if you feel.
The bills arrive, of that we know.
Is this the only way to go? Live,
as you can, and must, amid the truth,
without the trust. Questioning sky,
common day, recognizable road,
is there another way?
It is as much about how you navigate
your way through daylight,
as it is through the darkness.
Take the time, know what is right,
sustain yourself through the light.
© 2016 j.g. lewis
Posted on August 20, 2021 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment
Sometimes it is
a ripple,
other times a wave.
Perspective: it’s how
you handle what
comes at you.
Whether you
are humble or
you are brave,
go with the flow.
08/20/2021 j.g.l.
