“Freedom Strength”
They see just canvas, dust, and weight,
But I know better — this is fate.
No iron bar, no shiny plate,
Just Freedom Strength, and I create.
It has no voice, yet still it speaks,
In every lift, in every week.
It tests my core, it burns, it breaks,
Then builds me stronger from the aches.
It humbles pride, it bends my knees,
Then lifts my spirit past degrees.
Each grain inside — a story told,
Of grit, of heart, of breaking mold.
No gym lights shine, no crowd applause,
Just me...