Sunday, April 14, 2019

Theorizing the Atlas Curse

I’ve had enough of this endless curse,
the highs, the lows, the stop and goes—
it slows for a moment and speeds up again;
can’t seem to cut a break, can’t seem to win.
Like Atlas,  are we condemned  to carry 
the weight of the world on our shoulders
through all of  eternity?

In theory, there is no rest for the weary

© Ginny Brannan 2019

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