by Paul C. Binotto for Lisa, © 2021 North Star, compass of the night, that brought me safely, by your light, across the bridge of anger, that spans the rushing danger, of the awful, sorrowful torrents, to alight, upon the shore of acceptance. I can sense, and see, in the morning air and light, Just … Continue reading “A Grief Endured”
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Thumb on My Heart
Paul C. Binotto © 2020 Sometimes it can feelLike your heart is the scale drumThat holds the weight of the world. And just when you think you’veGained an ounce of balance fromAn ounce of burden removed. Satan comes along at his pleasure.And puts his heavy-hand thumbOn it, just for good measure.
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