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
I’m all ears.
08/13/2021 j.g.l.
Posted on August 12, 2021 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment
Be present.
Be who you are,
where you are,
in this world.
Be aware.
Be yourself.
Be.
Simply be.
06/12/2021 j.g.l.
Posted on August 11, 2021 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment
Because I cry,
it does not mean
I am weak.
It does not make me sensitive
to anything other than
life itself.
I have strong feelings.
I attach meaning to
each notion I have.
Emotions,
like afflictions,
are a dime a dozen.
The cost is not always obvious.
It is a price I pay
in tears.
08/11/2021 j.g.l.
