Poem: Soreness

My muscles are not burning,

They did that already,

They are not like meat,

They are simply wood.

Each motion driving down in the nerves,

Not pain but solid.


I shall rest these weary things,

But I have to go to the fridge for some lunch.


The early parts of exercise can be hard.

But I assure you—


It is worth it to get some time,

Where the body is in motion.

That much is worth it every time.

I love screens and technology,

But we are not made for it.

We’ve got to move sometimes.

Special thanks to: Melissa Potter

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