~To everyone who has ever felt, even in the least bit, like the Atlas of this poem: it's okay to live for yourself. Put down that weight. It's not yours to carry.
Atlas,I always saw your stooped shoulders
The weight of the world on your back
Atlas,I know that the past can be a cage
Your scars still burn with it's remnants
Atlas, did your mother ever curse "You were never mine"?
Does it still kill you on the inside?
Atlas, when your father called you worthless, did you cry?
Why do you still miss him sometimes?
Atlas, you don't really have to pay the world back for your life
If it's never done it's best keeping you alive
Atlas, you don't have to give yourself away in pieces to your tribe
It's enough if you stay by their side
Atlas, I see they gave you what you never had
You do it all for your chosen family
Atlas, you don't have to make it up to them
You're just as son as others will ever be
Atlas, does the world make you kneel
Why are your knees bruised bare?
Atlas, does this town still haunt your worst nightmares?
Why have you tethered yourself here?
Atlas, wash away the stench of this town and start afresh
No one will love you any less
Atlas, put down your load, the world can hold itself up just as well
The heavens won't give you hell
Atlas, it's okay to let it go, it's not selfish
To choose yourself over your homeland
Atlas, it's just alright to let the darts fly
Pick wherever they land and book a flight
Atlas, you don't have to carry the heavens
The sky was never cursed to your hands
Get it off your chest, get off your knees
Atlas, let the world worry about the rest
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