Stepping onto the padded carpet
chalk thick in the air
This place is my home
but it feels strange, unfamiliar
The apparatuses I used to spend
hours upon hours sweating over
Now seem hollow and distant
nothing like they used to be.
My hands, once thick and callous
now are soft, tender and pathetic.
My body, once limber and powerful
now moves with an ungainly trepidation.
My strength will return, be it weeks or months.
My weakness will banish. The rings and bars
will once again be my weapon of choice.
I’ll stand tall once more.