The time has come

Staring out at the quiet crowd, watching intcly

Grabbing the cold rough bar, feeling the weight feeling as if it is a million pound

Knowing that the weight is not the problem but my mind

Telling myself over and over I can do it

But still seeing that little picture in the back of my head

Of that one word that every person hates

A word that can simply destroy someone

Failure but failure does not stop time

The time clicks down it is time to lift

Pulling the bar like a truck built to do so

Locked in for wheel drive pulling with all its might

Knowing that truck has to be fast a cheetah

I catch the weight as it presses down on my body crushing it a popcan

My legs strong as a bull  push that weight up with ease

Standing there gasping for air knowing what comes next

Putting the weight over my head

This what makes or breaks the difference between a win and a loss

Like a rattlesnake a simple raddle then it strikes

I push the weight with my might

My feet split and my arms lock

As straight as steel post hoping they won't break

Waiting for what seems an eternity