This Wall I Keep Running Into

This Wall I Keep Running Into

I've been running for so long,
trying to catch up,
keep up,
hold on to whatever it was we have,
we had,
I wish we had,
but no matter how far I've reached,
there's this wall
I keep running into,
a line of bricks
that stymies me
every time I go near it.
I've tried vaulting over,
digging under,
charging through it even.
Yet all I have now
are scratched hands,
aching arms,
and a throbbing head.
Why did this buttress
have to appear?
Where did it come from?
And how,
for the love of God,
can I make my way past it???
I won't give up,
can't give up,
will never bring myself to give up.
Somehow,
I'll find a way,
even if I have to grease every brick
with my blood and sweat
so I might simply
slide over the top.
And, in the end,
I may find myself
on the other side
finding something I didn't expect,
something crazily different
than what I was expecting.
But.... you know what?
That fear only pushes me
to reach higher,
push harder,
try that much more
so I might find my way
to your side
before you leave me
and that wall behind in your dust.