The World We Carry

When my shoulders feel heavy I often forget

That everyone is attempting to be Atlas too

Hoisting a heaviness they never asked to bear

Quietly complying, requesting nothing

But a little bit of kindness to see them through.

We cannot take away the burden of others

But we can lighten their load with empathy

Respect for their dignity in carrying the world

The way they must, for whom they must.

When my shoulders feel heavy I often forget

That we are all Atlases just doing our best

To walk beneath the strain of heartaches and distress

Able but exhausted, moving one step at a time

Needing nothing, wanting nothing,

But for others to be kind.

Published by Quietest Poet

Writer, mother, counselor, flower gardener, recipe seeker, and Netflix lover.

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