Atlas Loved

I would carry the weight of the world

for you

if I could

like Atlas.


My spine is weak

and slumped under my own weight

but I promise

I won't let you down.


My word does not mean much

but I want it to

for you.


For you

my words will be stone,


my body,

a ship's mast,

strong through this violent storm.


I wonder if Atlas was afraid

of everything he stood to lose

had he faltered.


I wonder if Atlas loved like I do.

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