Atlas
I feel like I am Atlas.
Holding the Earth upon my shoulders.
All 5.972 sextillion metric tons.
The pressure is crushing.
Mountain peaks press into the ridges of my back
Deserts burning my hands.
The Earth, Gaia rests upon my shoulders.
This gargantuan planet wears me down
Making my knees grow weak and fingers numb from this deafening weight.
It is tempting to drop this colossal planet
To let it descend into the Universe.
Into that black abyss.
As time passes this unforgiving body makes the idea almost irresistible
To let this cumbersome celestial sphere drop.
Letting every burden go
Giving it up to the Universe.
To be consumed in that oblivion.
To watch it disappear into the nothingness and feel release.