Atlas is a Woman

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You awake each day and put your make-up on
Curl your hair just right and put the high heels on
Then the last thing you do when you walk out the door
Is put a smile on your face that wasn’t there before

You head to work to the same old song
All but forgotten, you wonder where your dreams have gone
Life was going to be adventurous and grand
But now it’s not. It’s just dull and scuffed and bland

Atlas is a woman
As frail as a child
Atlas is a woman
With a soul that is wild
Atlas is a woman
Broken and scarred
Who carries the world
With the strength of her heart

They said you were a princess with a shiny gold crown
But now your hands and knees are down upon the ground
Sweat drips in your eyes and there’s dirt in your hair
No room for a shiny pretty crown around here

Crown or not, you’ve still got some work to do
So you stand and sigh and pick up that plain old broom
With the crumbs you try to sweep your cares away
Are you alone? Do any others feel this way?

Atlas is a woman
As frail as a child
Atlas is a woman
With a soul that is wild
Atlas is a woman
Broken and scarred
Who carries the world
With the strength of her heart

Tomorrow comes, another woman crosses paths
In her fake smile you see your heart reflected clear as glass
She was supposed to be a princess to
But you both got lost until it was no longer true

“I know your heavy load,” you hope your smile says
“I feel it too, the burdens only a woman knows best
Crown or sweat, if we let go the world will fall
Maybe that’s what a princess always was after all”

Atlas is a woman
As frail as a child
Atlas is a woman
With a soul that is wild
Atlas is a woman
Broken and scarred
Who carries the world
With the strength of her heart

She smiles back, understanding you it seems
You both move on, back to the world of missing dreams
But now you know you aren’t alone carrying your part
Every woman holds up the world just with her heart

Atlas is a woman
As frail as a child
Atlas is a woman
With a soul that is wild
Atlas is a woman
Broken and scarred
Who carries the world
With the strength of her heart

I don’t consider myself a poet or an artist, but this post contains original works in both categories. I drew the picture one evening when I wasn’t in the mood to write. I think of this poem more as a song, but since I am also not a musician it doesn’t (yet?) have music to go with it. I thought up the first few stanzas of this poem as a tribute to a character I was developing in my head for a story, but later I came back to it and realized felt like the woman carrying the world. It wasn’t a reflection of my fictional character, but rather an expression of my overwhelming but seemingly menial burdens.  Later I added the final few stanzas that seem more hopeful, if only to remind myself that I am not alone.

 

 

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2 Responses to Atlas is a Woman

  1. Thank you for having such a strong and beautiful heart!

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