All I have to do is show up,
Gain momentum;
Give you one last rep,
Another verse
To finish this poem.
I have always dreaded
Doing the plank,
Now I can hold it
For a full minute,
Without tearing up.
Lift me up
Talent is not enough
Writing is a muscle,
I had become rusty —
Now planning my sessions in
The more I work out
The more I want to write.
Create,
Train hard
The benefits of a sweat
Back to the pleasure
of my pen,
I am looking forward
To my best poem yet.
