atlas.

Posted on 10 January 2017 by what sandra thinks

weight of the world.

the world is heavy
resting on my shoulders
and I long for the sweet relief
of its weight
crushing me to dust

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©2017 what sandra thinks

About what sandra thinks

Sandra is a writer, sometimes blogger, poet, artist, emotional disaster. She thinks far too much and sleeps far too little. Sandra lives in the Northeastern U.S. but dreams of an oceanfront home in Italy, but she would settle for a non-oceanfront home in Italy. She loves books, brutal honesty, coffee, and the color black. She hates insincerity, beer, whipped cream, and facebook. And she is uncomfortable talking about herself in the third person.
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20 Responses to atlas.

  1. gigglingfattie says:
    10 January 2017 at 9:39 am

    I feel bad “liking” this. I love the way you have crafted this little poem, and can totally relate it to. But the feeling of being crushed is horrible, and thus I don’t like it 😦 and instead and sending you a *hug*

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  3. Denzil says:
    10 January 2017 at 10:34 am

    Oh dear, I hope instead that you find relief as it lifts up from your shoulders.

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  4. Meg Sorick says:
    10 January 2017 at 10:35 am

    But then Atlas shrugged… (I am not an Ayn Rand advocate, FYI) but I like the metaphor. World on your shoulders. No one can bear that burden alone. xoxo

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  7. VictoryInTrouble says:
    10 January 2017 at 10:08 pm

    wow, that’s a great poem but I’m not happy you feel this way. ❤ Hugs!

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  8. Miriam says:
    11 January 2017 at 7:30 am

    I feel the same as Vic. Love the poem but feeling your sadness and wish you were happier. Hugs ❤️

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