Glass

The future lies through this.

So nimble but strong.

Like a fabric of sorts.

Repelling itself onto you.

Shattering but cleansing.

Breakable but stiff.

Dirt is scraped away.

From our souls.

As we peer into death or life.

Make a choice.

It is yours.

If you do not.

You will live, but not usefully.

Enclosed in your sins.

Grieve or peer.

Make a choice.