How does one survive
a predicament bereft
of clear solutions?
It shows true valor
to keep moving on despite
unrelenting loss.
We all demonstrate
through smiles or at times with tears
uncommon courage.
Some prove determined
to find cheer despite harsh odds.
Some just feel sadness.
Yet at times courage
may signify admitting
enough is enough.
Answers may elude
easy evaluation
of what might work well.
Admission of fear
may turn out to be
survival's best tool.
Can we just agree
that this rigorous challenge
is formidable?
