Art Block
#8 of Poetry
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Obstructions, strewn across the narrow path, Leave no alternative but going back. These obstacles, prevent a forward march, It's rugged armour without hole or crack. A barricade, inhuman guardian, Withstands the pleas of traveler's request. You barrier, unmoved by shouts and cries, Denies the pilgrim's passionate behest.
The mind rebels against the wall.
Frustration builds as days amount to months, These meager attempts Never produce fruit. The disappointment covers past success, Once eager worker Ever stagnating.
Determination guides my frozen hand Away from failure's agonizing grasp And pushes back at spiteful thought blockage - Though moving onward May still feel awkward.
By striving I shall break this artist's curse, With measured steps to lift lingering pall. This torment can't outlast perseverance, I'll adjust sadness Until it's gladness.
Struggle with the wall.
I'll find another way And break this addled day, Alternative passage Becomes my new adage. To think my journey barred Implies the task's too hard, Refuse to turn around My feet and hold my ground.
Now's the time to prepare And plan attack with care, No hindrance made of stone Will shake me to the bone. My strategy is set On objective to get, This hurdle I'll surmount With steady rhythmic count.
I'm on a one-way accelerator And there is no chance I can slow it down. My trajectory keeps me going on And here I'm running Shy of breaking sound.
The wall falls.
The barrier is breached And other side is reached, My effort finds reward Behind that rocky board. This momentary peace With creative release, I sit and write my thought On that which struggle brought.
But I must journey forth Toward poetic north, To where my compass shows I'll bask in overflows. My craft will lead the way Into inventive day, For now I must survive, And keep my art alive.