(With thanks to Lennon and McCartney for the title)
We are all like Atlas, carrying the world on our backs.
The weight of worry, the clash of cultures, the fires of spewed hate, the cold depths of despair, the winding fury of stormy relationships, and the stillness of the eye of that storm when peace finally comes.
We spin, trying to keep our balance, turning toward the light.
The lives we bear are fleeting, and the years seem endless as we turn our laden shoulders, aching heads, and sore souls to the past and our faces to the Dawn.
Hoping for Death or a Gorgon to turn us to dust or stone to alleviate our infinite burdens.
Complete with the grit we earned, the cracks we caused, and the mountains we built, we carry that weight.
Ronda R. Scott-Marak
© 29 August 2023
