Heavy

Let's begin
Fist to cheek
Feet apart
Bell sparks action
Leaning forward

Rifling gloved fists
Snapping leather
Bracing for the impact
Double stacked days melting
Into a haze

Flurries of fists
Twisting torsos
The power flows
From knuckles to toes
As the blows bruise
Hands landing hard
Disregarding the day

The rounds pass
And I everlast
Past the point of pain
Straining with hands raised
As the weight of the world
Drains

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Boxing is one of my favorite types of workouts. There's something special about working out your frustrations with your fist. I especially enjoy the heavy bag. I like the feeling I get when hitting the bag. I don't know that there are any sports which are more exciting to me.

This poem is an ode to that. Do you have an interesting way in which you exercise? How does it make you feel? Let me know in the comments.

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