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.   

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