When the doom of feeling like a wreck will happen and the gloom of always feeling checkmated is too much

there is contentment inside the weight room

A place for different strengths

Where self restraint is thriving

Where no one is out of date

There is no ruminating over the wreck of the Titanic in the Atlantic

and no suffocating volcanic mania there

Where permission is asked for and given

Making space for others to be themselves is welcome

Respect and consideration, and helpfulness

are brought out

on the treadmills

with the abs, bar bells

the presses, cardios, rows

and the curls

After a day of existing in a slave state

and escaping from that tomb

go to the weight room and feel the soulmate feeling –

your life opening up into a lifted up

panoramic oceanic feeling organically

strengthened and loved

©️ Much Love, Deb Poems