I enter the gym <br />I try to look grim <br />determined <br />ready to tackle the mountain that is my workout <br />and it begins <br />pullups 1,2,3,4...10,15. <br />dips 1,2,3,4...10 <br />And I begin to waver <br />I stare at these bars and weights <br />wondering why in hell I'm here <br />what do I seek to achieve by lifting weights <br />for circumstances that I most likely won't encounter. <br />ugh. <br />Barbell squats: 1,2,3,4...10 <br />Second set: 1,2,3,4...5...6. Clang <br />my will racks itself <br />and I stare in the mirror <br />and my perfect form <br />and my broken life <br />trying to supplement strength <br />for a pain much deeper <br />and I bow my head, stare at the weights <br />or close my eyes <br />and I pray <br />a sloppy, uneven prayer <br />full of 'at-the-moment' requests <br />for something, anything <br />purpose, <br />clarity, <br />satisfaction. <br />and I hear nothing in return <br />and I get pissed. <br />Calf raisers...1,2,3,10,15,20 <br />Second Set,1,10,20 <br />Third Set, raise the weight,1,10,15 <br />My mind screaming like a last battle cry <br />against the fear that grips my heart <br />the rage against my own soul <br />and the will seeking to overcome it <br />I live to work, and working keeps me living <br />people ask me why I do it <br />I can't explain it <br />it's my pain, my load <br />and the lead makes it so much more real<br /><br />Kaz Kawasaki<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-pray-15/
