What’s a kingdom?

It starts with the world,
and a war,
always a war,
always strife, always destruction,
always grief,
on the battlefield where love and life waste.
where the earth shakes under your feet and starts to crumble.
where you wish it would crack and swallow you up.
it doesn’t,
but your heart does.

and then you’re on the edge of the world,
and you’re holding everything you’ve been fighting for in your hands.
you hold victory,
you hold triumph,
you hold glory,
and you’re standing tall and proud and strong,
but then suddenly,
your shoulders bow.
you see the world on your back,
you’re screaming,
and you realise people aren’t just people-
they’re loss,
they’re pain,
they’re breaking.

What’s a kingdom?
you’ve conquered one,
now it’s time to carry it.

Atlas, do you think only the gods matter? v.g

(via sangreysol )