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

hoperhyme

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