Strongest Yet

My body tells a tale of years,

Of fleeting joy and quiet tears,

Of shifts and changes, sharp and slow,

A journey carved in ebb and flow.

Yes, this is the heaviest I’ve been,

Yet somehow strength blooms from within.

A fire lit, a life redefined,

A love for movement, body, and mind.

I never thought I’d crave the burn,

The rush of sweat, the lessons learned.

But now I move for more than size,

For the spark that keeps my spirit alive.

It’s strange to grieve and celebrate,

To hold such love, yet question fate.

I mourn the frame I used to know,

But marvel at how far I’ve grown.

This body, though fuller, holds a new fit,

A decade’s strength I’d almost quit.

Each lift, each stretch, each stride I take,

Reminds me it’s for joy, not just weight.

The goal remains to shed a few,

But not at the cost of what feels true.

I move because it sets me free,

A rhythm I’ve made a part of me.

So here I stand, both strong and torn,

Mourning past selves, yet reborn.

This body, this vessel, this life I own,

Is the strongest haven I’ve ever known.

~RMC