At times we do awake to a better day, nothing stays bad all the time and nothing stays good all the time. Circumstances can depend on how hard we climb. Sometimes we might fall off the limb, with our survival chances being slim. Between either force, it depends on the strength of the course. All wounds heal, after a blood spill, so the big deal, depends on how we get our thrill. On how we either climb back up the hill, or continue to grind in the meal. Some people recover from tragedy quicker, because they are quicker, and they continue to dicker, barter, and make their own charter, even attempting to be martyr. Strength of recovery, can depend on discovery, indulging in new techniques, or maybe improving from personal critiques, which at time may be mystics, into the occult of the soul, to help unfold, then remold, positively and not negatively. Some, succumb, then become, depressed in mind, only to find, the abyss, so they kiss, or miss, their arrival, extending their chances of survival. As the sun rises, a new day surmises, maybe we won't, maybe we don't, take advantage, so as not to be at a disadvantage. A new day, always comes our way, either we mold the clay our way, or continue to be in dismay. Strength in character, should be what we're after.And strength in heart, so life won't tear us apart. So it is, then it tis, that we conquer our fears or end up shedding many tears.