Atlas

I pulled my world up a hill
And all the while, it stood still
I held it tight lest it fall
Nearing the peak, and seeing all

This simple task and it was mine
And to do it I was confined
Back and forth along that line
Progress never made in time

I looked down toward my worn hands
Trembling from the worlds demands
I heard the shouts but not of fans
But for integrity for which man stands

And all their eyes could not be seen
Their faces tired and not clean
As if they had what I had seen
And in being, went where I had been.

The fire in refinement, it had shown
And through its light, it made known
My hands were worn, worked to the bone
From this task I was left to alone

I took joy in this my punishment
And all my time in it I spent
To lift the world to where it does belong
Carried higher by the strong

On this task I spent night and day
Without someone my words to say
I held your world too in this same way
And never you knew my name

Atlas


Copyright Justin Gerges 2013