It feels like there are mountains on my back
and it's getting harder to breathe
I wonder if this is how Atlas felt
from carrying the weights of the sky
I wonder if he ever wanted to just
let it go
and have the sky crush him
sweet liberation.
Because I think of it often
my sins have become mountains
and they weigh me down
but the difference is
Atlas held up the sky
while mine will consume me.
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epiphany
Poetry(n.) a moment when you suddenly feel that you understand A collection of poems and writeups
