Earned Every Move

They said it was impossible…

But I made it mine.

No magic.

Just time, pain… and discipline.

I started with nothin’ — no form, no fame,

Couldn’t do a pull-up, they laughed at my name.

Arms too weak, core too slow,

But I showed up daily — rain, wind, snow.

My hands tore open, blisters bled,

Still I hit the bars, no fear, no dread.

Push-ups in pain, dips in the dark,

Every struggle lit up my spark.

Kept fallin’ down but I stood again,

Kept losin’ form but I trained through pain.

They said “you can’t” — I whispered “wait,”

Now I fly through air while they spectate.

I earned every move, every rep, every bruise,

Turned failure to fuel, now I never lose.

Planche from the ground, front lever strong,

The journey was hard, but my will stayed long.

Discipline daily, struggle was real,

Now I bend the bars with unshakable skill.

Muscle-ups came after a year of fight,

Practiced all night ‘til the motion felt right.

No coach, no fame, just grit and soul,

Grinding in silence, chasing control.

I failed that handstand a thousand times,

But stood again with a focused mind.

People saw flash — but never the grind,

Never the tears, or the doubt I’d hide.

Push past limits.

No cheat code here.

Mastery lives…

Where struggle meets fear.

I earned every move, every rep, every bruise,

Turned failure to fuel, now I never lose.

Planche from the ground, front lever strong,

The journey was hard, but my will stayed long.

Discipline daily, struggle was real,

Now I bend the bars with unshakable skill.

They called it impossible…

Now I call it mine.

This is calisthenics.

This is discipline.

This is earned.