Hope unfurls, often in darkness.
when dead ends are all you find,
when the road ahead is hazy,
when life sucks out all light.

Surely, a flicker of hope
still sits in your heart’s recesses,
after all Pandora’s box had it,
so how can your heart not?

You can stumble, you might fall,
but do pick yourself up,
and dust yourself off,
and plod on ahead.

Come on, trudge on,
to the finish line, for be sure,
the fog will lift from the road ahead,
the yellow blob will reappear.

If hope sits within you,
so will success, very soon.
Giving up is never an option,
For you, my dear friend, are born to win.