I was still waking up
Adjusting to the glare
violent against my eyes
aggressive noisy
I threw myself into the day
Sky made way
pavement clear
Pushing weight
stretching and breathing
Muscles unready
worshipping the heart in me
To beat and pump blood
So that I can lift the next plate
In that unfair fat stack of iron
breath gets pushed out on the lift
Sucked in on the decline
Broken by failure
Nothing stops me
I go further down the kilos
Until I get under
I lift it all up
Control my body
Grin at fate
But still salute it
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