there are days when i cannot drag myself through a work out
when it feels like my lifting days are over
so there, that must've been the last of my youth
but
some days, it all comes together
out of the blue
of the ashes
of the smooth, earthy geode holding clear, crystal points
then i know this is part of me
not to cease until i do.
what greater satisfaction
to know oneself
and know this is mine
when my body's gone
i'll miss it
in the zone
Labels: art: photos, art: poetry, my training
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