Glory
I stare at my reflection,
Through blood, sweat, and tears,
To get a glimpse of near perfection,
Or so to me it appears.
I ache, hurt and am sore,
Still, my inner voice
Tells me to avoid the floor,
Quitting is not a choice.
No one knows the pain,
It hurts so much I can barely stand.
But no matter what, I’ll train,
My body, the pain, it can withstand.
Seriously, it feels like I’m going to die,
And I’m surprised my body hasn’t rebelled.
The pain makes me want to cry,
And again I am impelled.
I’ll attain that strength and physique,
No matter the time it takes,
Each and every day of the week,
I’ll train till my body aches.
I feel so burdened and weak.
But for me, have no compassion,
Although of it, harsh I speak
It has truly become my passion.
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