To What Purpose

Chance

To what purpose do I continue?
Hope abated, odds unfavorable
Anticipatory grief when facing another loss.
Yet I grit my teeth
For one more chance.
Plodding through the next few months of stillness
For one more chance.
Summer sticky, Autumn closer, Winter beckons.
Spring perhaps will emerge,
Yet I smother hope
Beneath the weight of the seasons.
But what does it signify?
My willingness, perhaps
Not to turn my back on chance.