Sunday, April 21, 2013

She's No Atlas (Broke Poem)

Arms outstretched

Shoulders wide

Back braced

She prepared herself for the world she always wanted

Hoisted her values

accomplishments

integrity

like a knapsack

She lifted them out one by one

Trading them in for her heart's desires

Earthly pleasures

Piled on the fruits of her labor

Never minding the depleting foundation

Wondering why her world suddenly became

So hard to carry

Insisting on progress

No rest

Knees buckling

Arms trembling

She finally

Broke

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