Enough, is enough.

It's almost like enough 

Heaven in a room to,

rest easy.

With little and big helpers,

along the walls.

Ready to guide me,

to become the man I dream of.

I lift and lift,

but only see minimal results.

I tell myself,

that it's not enough.

The bars hang over me,

with weights that rest easy.

Easy, maybe hard, but 

still not enough. 

I breathe, and

I raise the bar.

One more rep.

One more.

One. 

Not enough is,

all I can think about.

I rest to only see that,

these helpers have, in fact,

helped me. 

Helped me get my mind off,

the problems that I face. 

Day in and day out, 

all I can think of is, 

to be lying down.

Lying on that bench,

looking at the bar.

Wishing I could do more, but 

for now this is enough.

Enough to get my mind straight.

Enough to get me to tomorrow.

This is enough.

This poem is about: 
Me

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