Invincible.
It hurts. Getting stronger. My time is spent in toil, on the edge of despair – wondering if I will falter this time.
I do this each time knowing the pain will be there.
Some things are variable, changing with the winds but I’m here each day, making a mark in this day.
Will this be the day I quit?
Everyone else around me has left. It’s lonely and dark here.
But there is still me and my desire – the both of us are here and we’ve been doing this time and time again.
When I’m straining and my muscles are pushing hard and my blood is rushing, pulsing – it sounds like a thousand thunderous horses, cheering me on, to go on, to push on through, to become invincible!
My desire is with me, whispering motivation, cheering me on.
I am not alone.
I never quit, I qualify for each day, everyday.
How do I feel? I feel invincible.