The weight between my shoulders makes me heavy handed.
I have sealed & carried for as many years as I can remember.
You would call me Atlas, when I am nothing so brave.
When I am nothing so loyal.
When the weight tips, I fall with it.
- a.a.j
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Truths I Tell (Poetry)
PoetryA collection of poems which express the love, sorrow, joy, anguish and other such emotions which life has allowed me to feel.
