Self pity moment

I try to dodge these.

Still,

 I have to keep moving.

I went too far.

Some will understand.

I have to force my hands.

The easiest way to put it is I have two twenty pound weights.

Those are my forearms.

The more I use them,

 it creeps.

By the time it reaches my shoulders,

  I am probably using eighty pounds of dead wood.

It is not something you see.

There isn't anything you can do.

You just let your arms dangle.

I am stubborn.

I can barely feel my hands.

Still, 

  I write.

Any typos let me know.