I've never traversed a cave,
but I imagine it's a lot
like finding hope.

Caves are cold,
dark, claustrophobic,
dangerous to navigate.

In you go,
but difficult you know
it'll be to escape –
or so you think.

The deeper you go,
the darker it gets,
the more confusing
things seem to be.

Soon you forget
where you entered,
how you got there,
if anybody cares.

But the deeper you push
into a shadowy place,
light will shine upon your face.

You scratch your head
and your hand hits something
you forgot was there.

You realize light
has been with you
the whole time.

At the end of your rope,
there's still hope.

The light that shone
is a reminder
you're not alone.

– Inspired by March 7th's True Stories event in Colorado Springs, CO –