Atlas
You asked me to call you
Atlas
because you seemed to hold the world
upon your back
Your troubles were not your own, it seemed.
The world shared your pain
& you, the world’s
It was a rainy day
when you found me
& my problems had been
weighing on your
left shoulder.
You told me to call you
Atlas
& that the clouds could kiss my pain away.
The rain could drown my sorrows
& the breeze would
carry away my sadness.
You could do that, because you were
my Atlas.
So, I told you to call me
Phoebe
because I could look at
you & see the whole world,
from where I stood.
You promised that this pain was not
my own,
but neither is it yours.
For you carry the weight
that has no due over your body
So I told you, quietly,
“Come with me”
because it is acceptable to
stop the motor of the world.
I wept at your kindness
& smiled for your patience.
It was either your duty
or your rebellion, I in the form of
a rule to be broken.
So I waited softly, keeping watch from my moon and my eyes
just as big.
I felt the exact moment & held a coy gaze
because for so long, the world had pained
you & broke your body & all it bore
Before the fall, & all it took.
Three simple
words,
& you
shrugged.
All original work posted here is © Copyright 2011-2013, Sadie Brown, Fear No Fate. All Rights Reserved.