unlike atlas
unlike atlas
7.23.2012
Sometimes I fear
That the weight of
The world will crush me
My bones will be powdered
Fine enough for porcelain
And baked by the sun
My very being,
Stretched thinner than
The fabric of the universe,
Is punctured by each
Unhappy accident.
Leaving my skin speckled
With each still healing sadness
I worry
That unlike Atlas
My trembling arms
Will give and send the globe
Reeling from my shoulders
And rolling across my back
Smoothing the hunch
From years of hefty burden
7.23.2012
Sometimes I fear
That the weight of
The world will crush me
My bones will be powdered
Fine enough for porcelain
And baked by the sun
My very being,
Stretched thinner than
The fabric of the universe,
Is punctured by each
Unhappy accident.
Leaving my skin speckled
With each still healing sadness
I worry
That unlike Atlas
My trembling arms
Will give and send the globe
Reeling from my shoulders
And rolling across my back
Smoothing the hunch
From years of hefty burden