I can feel it pulsating my veins,
my blood, my life, my chi.
My legs are sore and my brow is sweaty.
The sound of metal weights upon metal bars delights me.
The woman to my left breathes heavily.
At nightfall, I am weary and relaxed.
I smell the lemon chamomile brewing.
Herbal. No Caffeine.
Sometimes I add honey but tonight
I drink it straight.
I am unsure how I perceive myself.
I sleep easy and light, rain beating upon
my rooftop and yet I dream vividly.
"Forgive," I tell the Angels.
"Be still," they tell me.
"Love is on the horizon."