Remembrance.
As it is, not
as we wish it to be.
You have days
to think back on,
and you do…
05/25/2023 j.g.l.
always with the questions
Is what you do enough?
For who?
For you?
Self-doubt?
Self-love?
Self-centered?
Is it selfish to think mainly
of what I need to do for me,
myself, and I?
Why?
When will I find resolve to
my never-ending queries?
Will it be enough?
Do you still doubt?
Do you struggle with answers,
as much as the questions?
Can you decide?
Are you trying?
Is that enough?
05/23/2023 j.g.l.
cloud songs
Library of memories;
pages and paragraphs full of history
and biography, essay or adventure.
Which story should I tell?
Is it one you would well know or
a tale I still have no ending for?
05/16/2023 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.
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Posted on January 17, 2022 by j.g.lewis
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We wait for the Moon
because we always have
and we want to see it again.
It is worth the wait
We wait without expectation.
We have conditioned ourselves.
It is a cycle that will continue
to guide our lives.
We wait for the Moon
to be whole and beautiful
because, now, we are not.
We need something tangible.
We will always wait knowing
we might not see it, but truly
believing it is right there in
both darkness and light.
01/17/2021 j.g.l.
