AS I STEP ONTO THE PLATFORM MY STOMACH IS TURNING,
MY HEAD, HANDS, AND CHEEKS SEEM TO BE BURNING.
I WALK UP TO THE BAR AND I FEEL SO SMALL,
BUT ALL I SHOULD BE THINKING IS GETTING REAL TALL.
I KNEEL LOWER AND LOWER THEN GRASP MY HANDS TO THE BAR,
AND I LOOK FOR A FOCUS POINT, ONE THAT'S NOT TOO FAR.
I THINK OF ALL THE THINGS I HAVE LEARNED OVER THE YEARS,
THIS LIFT SEEMS SO HARD THAT IT EVEN BRINGS TEARS.

"ENOUGH" I SAY
JUST LIFT THE WEIGHT!!!
LIFT IT WITH POWER, WITH HONOR, AND FATE!!
IN A COUPLE OF SECONDS AFTER WHAT SEEMS LIKE YEARS,
I AM DONE WITH MY LIFT, I AM DONE WITH MY FEARS!
I AM GREETED WITH HUGS, CONGRATULATIONS, AND CHEERS,
AND ONCE AGAIN, BECAUSE I AM HAPPY, DO I BEGIN TO SHED TEARS.