Standing Strength

The walls that surround me in life,
Stand there still with a dead stare,
As gasping with resentment rife,
I try to push them for air.

Bawling I command them to move,
Daft bulwarks won't budge an inch,
I can't find the creative groove,
Space where my art flows in sync.

But beyond the fatigue and stress,
As I stand sandwiched in pain,
There lies an art in my strength,
Muscle and mind sweating to gain.

Past experience, future hope,
Raging storm, refreshing rain,
Wash off my dirt with divine soap,
As with my walls I remain.

A smiling face I draw on them,
One I wear making this art,
The mighty bricks hide the gem,
That lets the soul shine in this heart.