Just Call Me Atlas

You should be renamed Atlas,

The world rumbled upon my back;

Bits of rock, metal, fire, and glass

Crushing me down, causing me to crack,

Like that of thunder and lightning,

Striking me with guilt and shame on all fronts;

Meteors ripping into my flesh and frightening

Me with threats upon threats of mine and my world’s destruction all at once!

I juggle everything upon my wearied shoulders;

A prisoner of my own deceits.

My world grows heavier as I only get older

Can I handle it? Or will I suffer defeat?

Don’t give up, Atlas!

My world cries out, for it needs me so!

I cannot leave them behind, so I ask

For mercy and grace, that they may not be alone.

For they all have their struggles too…

I care so much for this world on my back,

No one comprehends as to why;

But the reason is this—yes, these are the facts!

I am a giver by nature, this is no lie.

Though it pains me to go without,

I sleep better at night knowing

That all who I care for are without a doubt

Able to keep moving… keep growing.

Still, I need to care for me, too…

We need you, Atlas!

My love for these people in my world will never cease.

But I must say—alas!

There is definite need for release.

Release from my burdens, that I may take care of myself, and thus

Take care of you.