In the quiet echo of the gym, I find my muse,
A symphony of breath and pulse in rhythmic fuse.
Iron whispers secrets of ancient might,
Guiding my hands to lift the weight, to fight.

The dance of muscles beneath my skin,
A testament to battles fought and won within.
Each drop of sweat a story, etched in time,
A melody of persistence, sublime.

Mirrors reflect not just the flesh, but the soul,
Each struggle, each triumph, making me whole.
In every stride, in every stretch, I find,
The power to conquer, to leave doubt behind.

So here I stand, in this hallowed space,
Embracing the challenge, the relentless race.
For in the grind, the climb, the relentless quest,
I find the strength to be my very best.