The Wall

A poem.

Photo by Patrick Tomasso on Unsplash

If there is or are
proverbial walls in this life,
I have hit one long ago.
I keep colliding with it,
smashing against it.
Seems like harder contact
every time, and damn,
this is true: it’s tough.
The wall is sturdy, unyielding.
I can’t go through it.
Can’t seem to get over it.
And to make my way around it,
well, that will set me further back
than I already am.
Though I guess so too will staying
where I’ve been for so long,
trying to do something I
quite honestly cannot.

If I admit and embrace defeat,
then maybe, just maybe,
I can find a way to keep going.

If I can get out of my own way,
maybe the wall will somehow
get out of mine.