Emotional Muscle

i'm not whole, I'm not sane.
A little weird to feel so strange.
A little burdened, a little stressed,
so much weight upon my chest.
so much hurt, so much pain,
so much loss, with little gained.
I sit here now feeling so unclear,
As I drift and wade within my fear.
A fear concealed within my pride,
consumes my soul deep inside.
I let it twist, i let it burn,
till deep inside to fuel it turns.
Transformation now at hand,
as this pain strengthens this man.
Still not whole but stronger now,
ready to move on and breathe somehow.
One more burden, One more stress,
another weight upon my chest.
I lift this weight till I am sore,
till this pain is there no more.
emotional muscle building throughout,
through daily reps of fear and doubt.
turned to fuel to keep me strong.
as this burden within shall carry me on..