The inner voice,
an inner choice
to hear what matters
amid the distractions and
less-than-intimate interactions
life lays out
before you.
Suffering the indignity of
less space to feel or see,
you know you must
keep moving forward.
Surrounded by noise, day
after day, you continue
trying to listen
or
wanting to say
all of those thoughts, and
words stuck in your soul.
Own your emotions.
In a world full of shouting
Sometimes
a whisper will find its way.
© 2017 j.g. lewis
I’m not sure I can kneel down before you, or
give in to your power. Not like before.
A situation such that I am unsure whom or what
I can trust, let alone myself. Still I look up.
Here I stand, pockets full of dust, starry eyes
gazing through the ozone. Toxins leech freely
into the atmosphere. Degradation of the night sky
deprives us of opportunity to see
what we once believed. You are there.
See me for what I am as I try to listen
through misaligned radio frequencies.
I cannot know where you have been.
You hide. It is your way.
My hands are not big enough
to grasp the message.
I’m not looking for the sky to save me, nor
am I waiting for the time to be right. I need
to go home now and find what is so far away.
I’ve lost my balance.
I’m losing my fear of heights.
Equality may never be, the darkness and bright
allow us only to see what we want, not what
we could have been. A level of light is expected,
my immeasurable impatience is being taunted.
However you look at it, whether you believe
in you, or believe me, this poetic justice
is all I have known. Your shadow remains
blended with the heavens. A starry night
will not dissuade your presence
in the lives you alter, or the ones you destroy.
Yet, in this moment, I know I would try again.
How could I not?
The option of a moonless night
is more of what I have been living, than how I
want to live. Between particles of unknown origin
in an ever-increasing pool of light pollution, space
junk, and refracted thought of a thousand
nameless faceless constellations,
you are still there.
I’m not looking for the sky to save me.
© 2016 j.g. lewis
Another week,
more chances, some
disappointments.
Each day
fragile, forgiving,
soon to be forgotten.
We breathe, as we must,
seek answers and reprieve,
before the sun sets.
We sleep,
more dreams, some
nights more than others.
We breathe, as we do,
wake up to excuses
or opportunity.
We wouldn’t have it
any other way.
© 2019 j.g. lewis
Rest your eyes.
You have seen so much
humanity and pain,
happiness or joy.
The eyes strain
to take everything in.
We see what is before us,
sometimes it is not easy.
Sometimes it is not all;
sometimes it is too much.
Our vision is not always clear.
We become weary
of dealing with it all.
Rest your eyes.
Give your soul a break.
© 2019 j.g. lewis
each day
every year ahead
will bring surprises
your eyes
will see
more beauty
your ears
will hear
whispers
and symphonies
and your heart
will understand
and acknowledge
all you need to know
listen
see
and feel
© 2017 j.g. lewis