The weight of the world

Feelings are the gravity of the mind,

Allowing it to soar or lie dormant in a cave of bone and brain.

Discerning the world with sharp edged clarity,

Cutting deeply into the senses of those, blessed or not, who have a gift for seeing.

The toothy grin, the silent smirk, the insanely huge guffaw are only shields

Reflecting back Medusa's weighty truth

Hoping it will make a difference.

But it is like using an eye dropper to empty the ocean . . .