Atlas

It weighs heavy, this being,
who I am, but more so
who I am not;
this burden of life,
of living and loving
is taking its toll-
shoulders sag,
the head bows,
knees buckle,
the back breaks,
beneath a world
that could so easily forget,
but…

…I stand.

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