Lifting_JM.pdf - Jesse Myers

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Lifting I lift my weights all alone to trace the steps of how I’ve grown. I close my eyes for each rep and think why we met. When I needed something then you stuck by me through the ends. Every time you picked me up, I did the same; you made me tough. All what’s seen is big and dumb. Another weight and rule of thumb. I searched, I scrapped, fought, and clawed, a place to hide from it all. As I wrap my hands and lift the bar; I shut my eyes and see the stars. I feel the iron to my feet, standing fast against defeat. Every time I close my eyes, she comes back to me with no surprise. With words of love said by her, forged an iron thread. I bit my lip and let her in even when the tears were shed, I thought of why and remember when. My tears come when I’m alone. I shut my eyes; the truth is shown. I remember when my heart broke. I held a piece as it spoke. My heart is not made of stone. I’m the last one standing, the first alone. She held my hand, called me dense, you hold my weight under no pretense. So I’ll tear the fibres of my flesh and hide what’s under; you won’t attest. With one last breath I brake for rest and feel the tears on my chest. Another weight, another test, to find the words I cannot express. Even though it cannot be shown, I lift these weights and I’ve grown. The reason why I lift alone is to find the strength to be unknown. - J. Myers