Obstruction seems as real as it can be.
Your forward path is blocked, and no retreat
Is left to you; you sense certain defeat
Awaits, in all directions you can see.
The obstacles are physical and real
Enough, beyond your power to surmount.
Yet externalities cannot account
For desperate emotions that you feel.
You turn within—you have no other choice
Since outward acts have no remaining scope.
You contemplate the feelings in your gut
Without belief or expectation, but,
From whence you cannot tell, a voice
Arises, past all reason, offering hope.
— JJM = #39 in the I Ching Sonnet Project