Come True

From devastation’s darkest depths, Shone a surging white glorious light. For the option was presented: To give up amidst sure defeat, Or keep trying against all odds. Yet this wasn’t the field of cliches: Every single scrap of hope was lost— There was no light and no tunnel, Just all-surrounding blackness; Persisting was mad, wild folly. But by some transcendent grace, The dream burned brighter than reason, The dream electrified logic, Turned it into something holy. After more trying and trying, After trying and trying some more, A miracle happened: the DREAM. It became reality! You can crawl out of a black hole.