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Weightlifting

from is an egg by Wallace

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Discipline. Strugglin’.
Strugglin’ with discipline.
They said show up every day,
do the work every day,
and look on the bright side every day.
Every day.

They said imagine placing a brick down
as if to build a house.
You try to do it all at once,
but you can’t;
you’ll just burn out.
One by one by one day after day,
heavier yet the weight don’t change.
And iIf your bricks’re mislaid, you still
get better at cementing them into place.

They told me how to build the foundation.
as they burned the blueprint,
so now, I guess I’m shit out of luck.
What am I ‘sposed to do again?
I’ve been tripping over bricks in the dark,
the house keeps falling apart,
trying to build their intention.

And then,
right before the fall,
the bricks stacked unevenly
with gaps in between,
not tall or long at all.
I guess
you could call it a wall.
It took roughly a week
of blisters and pleads
to grasp what they meant all along.
The clay weights crumbled down
into a pile of trial and “I know now.”
Restless, calloused hands reached for a weight.
Felt lighter than yesterday.

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from is an egg, released June 25, 2016

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