tears on a page

shouldering planets

One and the same atlas and I

Our shoulders cursed to hold the sky

Legs locked straight under this great load

Muscles tense to support the burden bestowed

But is it a curse if you volunteer

No sentence, no punishment, no fear

This weight I chose to hold

A choice made millennia ago

This is not repentance, I chose to be here

So tell me judge, is it still a curse if you volunteer.