A lone warrior runs the distance,
prepared to confront the challenges that arrive.
Realizing with sure reliance,
that all must persevere to survive. To succumb would bring disarray or demise,
for shamefulness is not understood.
While friends and family sorrow in silence,
and the tears never seem to brood. To conquest is to be overflown in an ocean of gratitude,
to stand haughty amongst fallen heroes.
Commended and criticized as bravery does,
to pull through to start fresh with fortitude. This conflict was won, but the struggle is never over.
The event is just a renewal,
never-ending and continual.
A lone warrior runs the distance . . .