What would I do if I was forced to leave it all behind,

If I was forced to leave weightlifting,

I would have no way to settle down the restless demons inside me,

They would devour me whole if I had no way to comfort them.

I wouldn’t be able to feel that high after an intense session.

The pride that rushes through me would never be the same.

I couldn’t feel the adrenaline that pumps through me as I do what I love.

If I was forced to leave writing,

I would always feel an overflow of emotions with no release,

Like the gushing water was pounding against the dam waiting to bust through.

I could never explore the curves and edges of each letter I wrote.

I couldn’t channel my thoughts into a masterpiece.

If I was forced to leave love,

I would find no comfort in anything,

Because I wouldn’t be able to feel love.

Everything would be dull, empty with no light in a dark cave.

It would be cold and restless because I wouldn’t know what quite was missing.

I would always feel a dull ache in the back of my mind because I knew i lost a truly special feeling.

So if I had to leave it all behind my life would be truly worthless,

Nothing to look forward too,

Ma snitching that would get me through the day.

So if I had to leave I would glue a paper and pen to me,

So it couldn’t leave.

I would stitch weightlifting shoes to my feet,

So it couldn’t leave.

I would become a voodoo doll and whatever the people I love want me to do, will happen,

So those I love wouldn’t leave.

And if I couldn’t do any of these things, I might as well be a lifeless corpse.

Because these things are what give me meaning and is my soul complex.