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.
