Writers Thoughts
I, Atlas

Condemned to this world of no end,
My sights set on the heavens above me.
The weight of the world rests on my shoulders,
Condemned, for the titan I am.

It is my punishment, to never let it go,
But just what did I do to deserve this?
My punishment to reach towards the stars –
To reach, to stare, to dream, but to never touch.

And so for eternity I shall be weighed down by you.
You – the world.
No matter how heavy my shoulders may grow,
Carry your problems, World, I shall.

But you know, there are times, my dear burden,
When I find myself asking,
“Just how worth it is this endeavor?”
God himself always shrugs.

“For someone who fancies himself so,”
He may mutter,
“To hold the weight of the world upon your shoulders
Should be no burden at all.”

I’ve always wondered, why?
I’ve always wanted to whisper, spare me.
For I am human; I am no titan.
I could never be so powerful – I can only make believe.

It’s true that even heroes fall one day,
And this burden makes my fall seem inevitable.
Then I am reminded, heroes can become legends.
Perhaps even someone like I could reach that status.

And as I climb towards the endless heavens,
I realize I’ve been given two options.
I, Atlas, could either bare this pain,
Or I, Atlas, could let it all fall.

So now I struggle of which has more worth,
My life, or this burden of holding up the world?
Do I take this pain, and bare the worlds hardships,
Or do I shrug my shoulders, and let it all fall?