The iron in my hands.....

The iron in my hands has made the strength ooze through my body. I love that feeling of cold steel in my bare hands. That feeling of something unbreakable about to do battle with me and my every essense.

Riches dont bother me, material objects dont intrest me and the pain of my heart been lonley is out weighed by the pain of been able to feel my strength slowly ebbing away. My very nature is that of the introvert. I am a social creature but my heart wishes to walk slowly through life, feeling the love of another and exploring my mighty strength and power in a peaceful solicitude.

I am made to bend bars and break records. I am destined untill the day i die to feel the pain of my body and mind fighting that heavy unforgiving weight. I am forever destined to to be a outcast because of my will to keep on my quest to see my bodies and minds strength. I am forever to be an outcast because even thou my friends and family know me, they dont understand the fire that drives and burns inside me. I dont show my strength, i hide under loose clothing and hooded tops. I find the attention unsetteling when i am on display, so i try not to be a peacock but sometimes you have to preen your feathers.

I am made to bend bars and break records. I shall again be hurt in my quest because it is inevitable. I accepct the chance of serious injury, i accpect the dark side of what i do because the beauty of my strength is worth the tears and the pain. I am willing to make the scarfice to feel that iron, that cold steel in my hands. The feeling of straining under a heavy load, the firing of my muscles and the barriers i break in my mind are worth the the drug i take.

Strength and power are my drug, it always has been. I knew it but didnt accepct it. I fought my drug because i didnt understand it.  My very being is moulded by my battles on the battle field of strength and power. My mind and body fight me at every step. But my heart tells me i have no limits. I sit here and write and i grit my teeth because the strength coruses through my veins like acid. Its rush sends the feeling of power throughout me.

I have always battled with the iron, for many years and many hours. I sought many soloutions. I walked with the devil many times but the iron was always there to bring me back from hells grasp. My mind torments me when i dont go to play. I knew many years ago that the iron bug had bite me but i didnt understand. But everyday i begin to understand that my destiny lies with the iron. Everyday i begin to understand that what i started many years ago was and is my future, wether it is to break me or i am to break it, the outcome i know is unavoidable.

I am made to bend bars and breaks records!