Back in the Fire

Feeling the fire

The fear

Worst; the laziness

And when you push

For a longer time

And into the repetitions

All you need to beat is anxiety

What seems far away is being done

Bit by bit before you know it

But first you know breathing

Heavy, the heat

Then a sting

It burns to go on

Being tired of feeling tired

It can clench and cramp

But the real fight is in the mind

The real foe, but one that can change

And all body work is pain

Everything rough at the start

But to be confused when you get there

To stand back with a task ticked off

Feeling something to flex

A tension you control

And proof of discipline

Is a certain thing worth fighting for

The only thing known not to leave you

Your own form

Being sculpted painfully

Giving you carpenters splinters

Laborers brick dust

Blood beating and flesh burning

But to change

Is harnessing drives and will

And one of the few things you make seem

In the arena of life

Is one of those pastimes

Where time did not pass you by

By J.W.H. Hobbs.