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.
Category: open space
You can’t tell why,
but you know
you must.
Listen
Beyond silence
there is a voice you have
come to trust.
Be cognizant, be careful,
be clear.
When your soul speaks,
only you will understand.
08/20/209 j.g.l.
Posted on August 17, 2019 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment
candlelight
moonlight
you forget how calming
it can be
if you don’t take time
to be still
stop rushing
for a moment
look over
look up
nothing else
matters
j.g.l.
Posted on August 6, 2019 by j.g.lewisLeave a comment
Darkness is not always
the same, all the time.
Even now at 3:03 a.m., nothing
looks as it did last hour, last
week, or last year at
this time.
It is now a different shade
than you thought, even
hoped, it would be.
It’s not your fault; the blame
belongs somewhere else, to
someone else, but
the shame is all yours.
Let it go.
Let it flow into the darkness.
It won’t be the same
next time.
j.g.l.
