I am no Atlas
to carry the world
on aching shoulders
with bleeding legs
your insanity
weighs heavy
and I wonder
for how long…
How long
will I mimic Atlas
why don’t I
shed the weight
and breathe free?
Tale Weaver #262 – Carry – February 13th
I am no Atlas
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Beautifully expressed.
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Much appreciated!
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I read a comment from you about how busy your life is at present and this poem sums that up so very well. Thanks for adding your thoughts this week.
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Thank you, Michael!
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titan
might
and can
end it
and rise up!
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Very lovely poetry – luv the imagery of Atlas.
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Thank you, Suzette!
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