They stand above me,
Protect me from the sun
And the eternal abyss around it.
They keep my paper-thin skin,
Like slivers of porcelain,
Safe from the harsh fiery blaze up in the sky.
Some people feel
Dull and tired,
When these giants loom overhead.
I find peace.
Some days I find leaving my house difficult.
To face the world and the many pairs of judgmental eyes,
Can some times seem an impossible feat
But Zeus sends the clouds over
And I feel grounded