I am Possible

,left in darkness..
..wind blows, from all holes..
in my pocket, a match box,
  in the box there is just..
,one match stick..
In me there is this fear,
...fear of darkness..
and also in my mind..
,there is a day dream, a fantacy..
  of I being able to light..
..the one match stick..
,without the wind blowing it out..
  but in real sence, I know..
..I know it cann't light ..
without blowing out...
....Thats how life situastions are..
,we day dream and fantacis..
of solutions, impossible solutions..
..but if I can light my darkness..
by blowing out my fear of darkness..
through the wind, then its possible..
,to face the situation..
   ..and think instead of day dream..
Nothing is impossible... I am possible...

                   ⓒ2015