Strong suit

Run-into-wall man is doing the best he can

keeps his head up, inhales, gears up and

with a head of steam and positive energy

smashes his smile into the masonry

Walls and doors are just the same

doors won’t open, walls receive his wail

collect his efforts among their rubble in a pail

Persistence is key that opens what is framed

Run-into-wall man is dead tired of trying

Rearranges his helmet

wipes his eyes of what has transpired

between belly and pant seam tucks some pamphlets

Runs at it strong headedly

Grinning at the cracks he sees

As he heaves pamphlets and all

over the wall

the wall’s on fire people are tired

paper cuts in their ears on either side on the other side

his words make an impact but do not adhere

Run-into-wall man no longer runs but cups his hands around his mouth

until someone comes to see what he’s on about

but if only someone would

open up and see  his strong suit