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: November 2022
even the night
holds promise
even as you wake
even impeding daylight
holds secrets
you won’t admit
even the colours
provide comfort
even in the darkness
even if it won’t last long
contentment
if only for a moment
11/03/2022 j.g.l.
Posted on November 2, 2022 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment
He wants to be forgiven
for memories he may only possess
of moments not shared, not
obviously or intimately.
What never was
just might have been the
principle or pastime
that caused this unorthodox pain.
He finds it easier to write
a common third-person narrative
than to admit my faults, my
needs or my struggle.
His search for wholeness is
an unforgiving quest to find a
semi-natural state in a world of
compromise and deceit.
My self, my view, my impulse
or intention goes long beyond
what I am or have now.
Deeper thought; a deeper longing.
An uncomfortable truth of
which has been comprised of
falsehoods. What is behind his
flawed and fragile shell?
What I don’t often ask is
often what I will not say and if
you do not address this dichotomy
you will end up going silent.
It is not obvious, nor is it
intentional. It is self-preservation
and so much easier than
having to admit this shame.
© 2022 j.g. lewis
Posted on November 1, 2022 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment
Be thoughtful.
The danger is not thinking too much;
the harm comes from not thinking
enough about what you do, what you
say, and who you are.
Consider yourself.
11/01/2022 j.g.l.
