A Possibility

A poem for all who dare to dream despite their doubt and fear.

There’s a possibility —

that one day I fuck up my marriage and make my daughters hate me till the day I die,
that as I step outside, a frozen lump of seagull shit
cracks my skull open from the sky.

There’s a possibility —

that one morning God sends a message of stubborn hope,
that lands on my windowsill,
disguised as a crippled crow.

There’s a possibility —

that a doctor tells me one of my daughters has a rare, incurable disease,
and all I can do is watch her pale lips
and pretend I still believe.

There’s a possibility —

that I accidentally become a writer with an audience too big to carry,
that I write a poem that starts someone’s heart
like jumper cables on a dead battery.

There’s a possibility —

that I lose my job tomorrow and my love isn’t enough to pay the bills,
that I surrender, crushed by a burden
I’m too ashamed to name.

There’s a possibility —

that I win the lottery I didn’t even buy a ticket for,
I’m free, never have to worry
about the system, my boss, anyone else.

There’s a possibility —

that there’ll be nothing but void once I close my eyes for the last time,
and that I won’t even know it —
because there will be no “I.”

There’s a possibility —

that one day I stop fearing the dark, not because it no longer exists —
but because someone is waiting there for longer than I’ve been afraid —
for longer than I’ve been alive.

“Universe” by Helenka