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