Weights

The knurling, parched yet fresh
The bar, of brand new plated zinc
I feel pride as I reach forward with my flesh
It’s weight, excruciating and tiresome, I reach for a drink
Energy draining
Body paining
Boy was this some tough training!
I desire a hard-earned rest
But if I am to take one, I certainly will not perform my best
Risk of injury, daunting, yet I lest
I will not grow without a chest
And now I go to lift
My feet shift
An amazing way to use my favourite gift!
I bring up the bar
A fail now would give me a scar
I feel like a world star
The weight was as if I was carrying a car
My hard work now will take me far!
I drop underneath - the snatch
My elbows latch
I perform the catch
Struggling I stand, I have conquered my match