Would I be
amputating
my right arm
because it is
too weak?

Would I be
cursing at it?
Wishing for
a better arm..
The One
I truly seek?

Or would I
instead be
putting my
right arm
to work?
So I may
push it
towards
healthy,
steady
growth?

Just like iron
sharpens iron,
strength is also
sharpened by
us choosing
to be strong.

And my right arm
is mine alone to keep.
I love its muscle fibers
as they are already.
Truly, truly..
to the very
bone.