Tailwinds
Life’s walls remain as high as the clouds
Covered by shrouds of thunderclouds
Looking up I awe in vast wonder
Mental impasse envelopes by the hour
Hour after hour
I grow more dour
I knit a suit of doubt
I only see myself with rout
Still on the battlefield
Inside I aimlessly yield
A crack appears
The wall has fears
A fraction of a win
I sneak a grin
I smack at the crack
I laugh as I thwack
Time is my weapon
Grit is my gun
The hole widens
The bleakness weakens
The wall can time-worn
And I can become reborn
Time is my tailwind
Copyright © Mark W. | Year Posted 2025
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