The bar rests upon the rack, restless like

A fallen tree. I grip the cold, rusted 

Metal and thoughts of doubt in my mind strike 

“What if I fail, what if I fail?” Flooded, 

My chest inflates. Everything tenses. 

I lift the bar, it feels as if my mind

Deflates and loses all of its senses.  

I bring the weight down. As I do, I find

That my body is fighting for its life. 

The bar presses into me crushing my

Bones to dust and stabbing me like a knife. 

I press against the force and watch it fly. 

As the bar moves there’s a feeling of calm. 

I wait to hold her once again, in my palm.