My face screams of pain.

I squat down,
My legs begin to quiver,
As I sit in my invisible chair,

As I strategically place my hands,
As I softly grip the bar,
As I lightly pick it up,
I struggle to finish the dead lift,
Thump!
All I hear is humiliation,
All I feel is humiliation,
My pride drops to the floor.

I pick up my pride,
And I lift myself up,

Again,
I calmly clench the bar,
The coldness of the bar,
Warms my body,
Like the sun on a warm summer day,
The darkness of the bar,
Distraught my motivation,
The darkness was left,
Sitting on the cold bar,
The coldness was left
Sitting on the dark bar,

As my muscles begin to tighten up,
I take in a deep breath,
I lift the lightly, strenuous weights,
With fulfillment in my eyes,
Sigh,

With relief,
I execute the lift,
The shimmering, sweat runs down my back,
Like a light rainfall.

The hard work I put in smells wonderful,
Like a meadow of matured mums,

They told me I couldn’t do it,
I did it,
They told me I was too small,
But I was mighty,
They told me girls couldn’t do that,
I did it,
The more doubt they threw at me,
The more success I threw back.

My body aches of accomplishment.