Holding the Sky and Other Extreme Sports

Holding the Sky and Other Extreme Sports 

A Poem by Brigid Cooley

Do you ever sit on the floor of your bathroom and just cry?

I do.

I let the water run so that the tears can run down my face.

Then, the ceiling collapses on top of me.

In Greek mythology, Atlas was condemned to a life of holding the Sky on his shoulders for the rest of forever.

Some people think he held the World, but no...the Sky weighs much more.

I understand his burden.

The moon is 238,900 miles away.

If I could make the time, I'd fly there.

Envision storm clouds clashing with sun rays.

That is how I feel.

A juxtaposition of a soul.

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