Can do, can come through.
Going to, on top, trying not,
Going for, leaving not,
Staying through, on it.
How do we label things?
How do we push through
Those difficult times?
We close another chapter
In difficulty, and look to
The brighter future
Of our darkened life,
Hoping for a bit of luck,
Counting on it.
We strive, we hope,
We cling to that hope.
Blessings will come.
It’s in God’s plan
We are God’s chosen,
Even if it kills us.
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gsb3
Stumbling along the sidewalk 
I like the last two lines especially. One could relate it to life in so many different ways.
Thanks for your comment, pixie. I agree. This poem is inspired by the sufferings of life that sometimes are so hard to understand. As a Christian, I see them through that lense, but it is still difficult. And sometimes it seems like God sends us trials just to make us stronger. Not an easy situation to be in at all.