The final storm

The first thought of this project was unheard of.

There was nothing there to build the house upon.

This beautiful building no one thought,

would be able to ever surpass the many storms.

The walls started coming up one by one.

Still no one thought it would last.

Then the windows, doors and lights went up,

it finally started looking like it might work.

The beautiful yellow paint covered the outside,

the grass was a beautiful green,

and the flowers were all beautiful bright colors.

It finally looked like a house.

As the storms started coming no one still believed,

it was going to be able to stand forever.

Everyone sat and watched as the storms came,

and pieces were lost.

But as the pieces were lost,

new ones arived and it became stronger,

and stronger, and stronger,

until no storm that came damaged it.

Then one day a storm came out of no where.

This storm unlike anyother.

Large, strong, and dangerous.

The final test was really here.

The wind tore the windows and doors from the walls,

The walls were taken from the foundation it was built upon.

The rain destroyed the beautiful grass,

and the flowers were ripped from the ground.

Finally what everyone wanted to happen, happened.

It was destroyed, ruined, and demolished forever.

The beautiful master piece that took years to build

was now scattered across different lands.

For now the lot is empty and all is lost,maybe one day it will return,

but for now it is done,

nothing is left but the memories of the past.

And it all happened because that one storm that came out of now where.

-Kenzie Hower 10-27-09

This is a poem i wrote one night. Me and my friends were having alot of problems and I used this as a different look at it. Im really happy with how it turned out. =D Hope you enjoy it also.

Decisions

So lately powerlifting hasn't been going so well for me. The last few weeks I have came home in tears because I was in such frustration with myself. Being sick for so long messed me up and I became really weak and it was really hard for me to realize. Working out just wasn't going how it was supposed to be.
I was supposed to lift in a competion this november and many people were expecting alot out of me. They were putting alot of pressure on me and it was really stressing me out. Everyone was wanting me to squat my 500 pounds and it just wasn't going to happen. My body was still trying to recover from being sick for so long and it was just no good.
At practice this last week it was really bothering me and I came to a decision that I didn't want to lift at this meet. Me and my coach had kind of talked about me not doing it but I really did want to do it. When he came over to help me get ready for my next set I asked him if I had to lift. He told me that I didn't have to and that it would probably be the best thing for be at that moment in time. It helped alot that he was so supportive of me, and I know he always will be in these situations. With me not being able to train like I usually do it was hard for me to think about even lifting at a meet and doing what people wanted me to do.
Over all Im happy with the decision I made. Even though there are still going to be people who are upset with me this is the best thing for be to do for myself. Hopefully everyone will actually realize what is going on with my body and understand. =/