Atlas

I can see it in your eyes -
the pain of a thousand lives;
the tortures of a life often not worth living.
But you prevailed,
stood strong,
and now I see you standing tall.
But still,
hidden in that dark corner of your mind,
are the ropes that drag you down,
the knives that thrust thorugh your defenses,
and its then that I come to stand against the assault.
Against all wills,
against all odds,
I shall persevere.
Awake in the night,
you come alive.
And now, under the harshest rays of day you too shall stand -
for I can hold you up,
I am your Atlas.