The Future Poem by Mary Champion

It is always there -
right in front of me
staring me straight in the face,
perfectly opaque.

It looms over me,
like the Sword of Damocles -
on a good day it radiates hope and possibility,
on a bad day - fear and trepidation.

I don't know how long it will last.
I can't avoid it.
I can't work my way around it.
Whatever it holds,
I must resign myself to living through it,
and hope that the light at the end of the tunnel
is the sunshine reflected off of the Pearly Gates
and not the flames of Hell.