# Art Block

Author: Fox_Fusion
Tags: Poem, Poetry

#8 of Poetry

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Obstructions, strewn across the narrow path,  
Leave no alternative but going back.  
These obstacles, prevent a forward march,  
It's rugged armour without hole or crack.  
A barricade, inhuman guardian,  
Withstands the pleas of traveler's request.  
You barrier, unmoved by shouts and cries,   
Denies the pilgrim's passionate behest.  
  
The mind rebels against the wall.  
  
Frustration builds as days amount to months,  
These meager attempts  
Never produce fruit.  
The disappointment covers past success,  
Once eager worker  
Ever stagnating.  
  
Determination guides my frozen hand  
Away from failure's agonizing grasp  
And pushes back at spiteful thought blockage -  
Though moving onward  
May still feel awkward.  
  
By striving I shall break this artist's curse,  
With measured steps to lift lingering pall.  
This torment can't outlast perseverance,  
I'll adjust sadness  
Until it's gladness.  
  
Struggle with the wall.  
  
I'll find another way  
And break this addled day,  
Alternative passage  
Becomes my new adage.  
To think my journey barred  
Implies the task's too hard,  
Refuse to turn around  
My feet and hold my ground.

 Now's the time to prepare  
And plan attack with care,  
No hindrance made of stone  
Will shake me to the bone.  
My strategy is set  
On objective to get,  
This hurdle I'll surmount  
With steady rhythmic count.  
  
I'm on a one-way accelerator  
And there is no chance  
I can slow it down.  
My trajectory keeps me going on  
And here I'm running  
Shy of breaking sound.  
  
The wall falls.  
  
The barrier is breached  
And other side is reached,  
My effort finds reward  
Behind that rocky board.  
This momentary peace  
With creative release,  
I sit and write my thought  
On that which struggle brought.  
  
But I must journey forth  
Toward poetic north,  
To where my compass shows  
I'll bask in overflows.  
My craft will lead the way  
Into inventive day,  
For now I must survive,  
And keep my art alive.

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