Grace and Fortitude

I'm painted in a corner.
Doors around me are closing: ones which I fought stringently to keep open.
Some click shut because the burden is too heavy, with others I can still see a crack of light.
A tradeoff of time and resource. I'm prepared to cut losses and run for the nearest opportunity.
Suddenly I hear a song of grace encouraging me to push through the mess.
I wipe blood and sweat and tears off of my brow, and begin to stand up.

I will always stand up.