Next Year

Next year, I’ll know
how this story ends, whether
I weather this tidal wave
of change and upheaval and
stave off the sludge sent
to drag me under, choking
or will I fall helpless
cast beneath, trapped below.
Next year, this will all
be clear. I hope. Otherwise,
what is hope for?

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