endless obstacles in our path

under plight,
we resign ourselves to
much ado about nothing.
we cannot fight
what we cannot see,
like standing still,
imagining we are running
through the gambit
of denial
and self realization,
plotting the course,
bounding over
obstacles
in our path,
remembering all that we
have scaled in our wake.
simple moments
bring us back to the fight;
a mother's kiss,
a child's smile,
leaning against a wall
in Spring,
watching the clouds pass
like tufts of cotton
against a blue silkscreen.
the troubles never leave,
but resolve and determination
lessen the blow.
and it's reason enough
to wake up in the morn
to a gentle breeze
and grab another piece
of the momentum
that threatens to
make us fall.
we are nothing
if we are not
tenacious.