I lift not just the weights,
but the anger that coils inside me,
the frustration that I carry
in every step,
every breath.
Each press,
each pull,
I feel the tension slip away,
piece by piece,
like sweat on my skin,
like a shadow fading into light.
I don't fight the anger anymoreâ
I channel it,
transform it,
turn it into power,
into movement.
This is how I let go,
not by breaking,
but by building.
Not by tearing myself apart,
but by strengthening the parts of me
that were once fragile,
once broken.
With every rep,
I release the pain
and make room for the man I want to be.