The Art in Strength

The walls that surround you in life,

Are standing still with a dead stare, 

Gasping in your resentful strife, 

You attempt to push back for air.

 

Your live ordeal to make them move, 

Never makes the bland blockades budge,

You can't find the creative groove,

Space your art can flow free from clutch. 

But beyond the fatigue and stress,

As you tussle sandwiched in pain,

You notice the art in your strength,

Muscle and mind pressing to gain.

Raging storm and refreshing rain,

Present despair with future's hope,

When bounded by walls you remain,

Your stains they wash with gracious soap.

A smiling face the walls then show,

One that you have drawn as fresh art,

You found out the gem that they store,

With which the soul shines in your heart.