The Skies

After a long, drawn out battle
Atlas was condemned to hold up the heavens
The weight of the entire world rested
On his shoulders for eternity.

I often feel that weight, the pressure
Of the entire sky on my back
Amidst the unstoppable forces, and immovable objects
I sway, like a reed, where the whims of winds take me
With each passing moment, the skies seem to get heavier, more difficult to hold.

When the end of the world begins
As the blood rain falls
And the land lays barren and scorched
I will rejoice at the center of the turbulence
I'd let the sky fall and be crushed under it's weight.

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

There is much emotion in these words. Feeling as though you are holding the sky up is a heavy burden indeed. The sky will stay where it is without the speaker’s support. I feel here that the speaker needs to be far kinder to herself. Nicely expressed and an enjoyable read.

Chris

[Elizabeth]

thank you so much Chris..for your kind words.im glad that you enjoyed this piece!

[Chris Shaw]

I did very much so. You are welcome.

[Coyote Poetry]

Me too dear Elizabeth.
"I will rejoice at the center of the turbulence
I'd let the sky fall and be crushed under it's weight."
Somedays. The weight of life can feel so heavy. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[Elizabeth]

Thank you Coyote for your kind words! I'm glad you liked the poem