I am Atlas with the world on my back.
I am the poor soul with the albatross on my neck.
I am pushing this rock up and up and up
this hill like Sisyphus with not
even a hope let alone a promise
of relief.

There’s only so much I
can hurt in my heart before
I decide to set down the weight
of the things holding me back,
and things you’re piling
on top of me to carry.

One day I’ll either lose
my strength or my will,
but either way, that is when
I will lose you, finally.… Read the rest

We’re not out of the woods yet
but I feel like we’re getting closer
to the edge of reality, to the place
where we can be together without
any one else’s bad juju. 

And if we can’t just be
left alone, on our own, 
maybe we’ll steal a pickup truck
and maps from a gas station
(if they even still have maps)
and I’d get in and look 
at you and I would say:
Go west, babe. Go west.

Today’s poetry prompt words were: out of the woods, pickup, and maps. 

_{Image made by me with Gemini and I’ll explain}