Atlas Poem by Thea Pound

When you hold up the world,
Don't your hands start to shake?
With it resting on your shoulders,
Don't you ever feel you'll break?
Where do you draw your strength,
How do you raise it high,
Ever sturdy, never faltering,
Into the endless sky?

I lack the strength of giants,
No titan's heart beats inside;
Though driven by the call,
A mortal man am I.
How can I keep my faith,
How can I serve the will,
When my heart knows weakness,
That no words can kill?

If only I were Atlas,
I could carry the weight;
But being weak inside,
How can I guide fate?
How can you hold the world,
With everything at stake,
And rest it on your shoulders,
With no fear you will break?