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.
The Therapy of Words 