This one was a stupid one that makes me laugh. I haven't deadlifted since before I destroyed my leg. But Thinking I might start again to fully evolve into my true meathead form. Although I don't see a lot of meatheads writing poetry lol. But a deadlift, like a squat is the perfect example of how depression can crush you.
In darkness, I find my stage
A weight that's crushing, hard to engage
The barbell lies before me still
As depression weighs upon my will
I grasp it tight, trying for a angry hold
And lift with strength, while I feel so cold
The weight rises, inch by slow inch
My demons tremble, their grip to clinch
With every rep, an inner voice does say
"You're strong fucker, rise up, seize the day."
But as I stand, the weight now high
Depression whispers, "You're fucked so why try."
Yet still I lift, through sweat and pain
And in each lift, I hope to rise again
For in the iron, I find my insight
A fleeting peace, a warring light
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