Ode to Weights

Dear dumbbell, I can remember the first time I held you in my hands. Two 5-pound weights - small, yes, But if you can remember, I was seven. My father, forty-six and still going, Introduced me to you. I was young, and wasn’t as dedicated. Not as I am now. He loves you Just as much as me. Maybe more. If I’m being honest, You saved us both. When I’m in the gym, it’s the only place I feel at peace. Powerful, and after all In pain, isn’t there strength? The more I use you, the more it hurts But The more it hurts, the more I use you. Some judge me for loving you. My own mother Calls it unladylike. If delicate, fragile, tiny, is Ladylike Then I think I’ll be a brute. Every time I step down, enter your home’s dark embrace, Calm washes over me, comfort in knowing I am strong. And every time I don’t, I regret it. This is a thank you, A promise That because of what you gave me, I will give you my All.