The Obstacle Poem by Singer Joy

It is a huge blockade.
You tell of the massive challenges it presents.
You launch stringent complaints
Of major frustrations.

You see no
Sky,
You see no way
Around (left or right) ,
And you are confused, in short.

Do you know
Why the caged bird sings?
Or can you pretend
That you, too, have wings?

Pound your fists on
The shatterproof,
And yet,
Anon,
Find some small proof

Worthy of persistence.
Or not- as may your
Impertinence
Allow for.

And where you see a wall, I see a step.