He rises on his toes, stretching his arms over his head
Glancing into the mirror clenching his teeth
Looking at bar with all the weight he is about to lift he paces himself, instead
He loosens his wrist straps. A friend yells out, “You’re a BEAST!”
Traffic of thoughts has build up
His smile fades, his lips mold together to one
The thoughts continue to pile up,
The phone continues to ring, but there is no tone
Clouds rain on him as he fights
Every blink is a battle won
Crying will be meaningless these nights
Making a fist because he’s pist
He will not break. He is made of stone
The wrist straps fall to the ground
His heart pounds
He grabs the weight off the floor and erupts
The ringing stops
Her voicemail asks to leave a message. . .
His lip breaks into two
His thoughts unravel
His eyelids tremble from the battles
Even stones break
A tear escapes
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