This poem is dedicated to all who think that they are crying for the moon. I want to say to them that there is no such thing as “impossible”.

To the single mother who raises her child alone,
to the man who cannot see but can change lives.
to the orphan who makes it in life…
Impossible does not exist.
Impossible is just a word.
But, it seems to have power.
We praise it.

I can create something on a blank sheet of paper.
I give “impossible” no power.
I am tired of seeing people crying,
seeing them giving up on their dreams,
seeing them being deceived by this word,
seeing them give up, destroyed by this word “impossible”.
As long as I have a vision,
A vision to change my environment,
then “impossible” is not a fact.
I can create something out of nothing.

I give “impossible” no recognition.
When I take two steps forward, I feel like I am taking four.
I have the power to turn nothing into hope,
the power to change
the power to make everything possible.
Impossible is nothing.
Impossible is not a fact.
Impossible is not a fact.