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Icy Dependence

I feel the fragile ice of dependency
shuddering beneath my clumsy feet;
it’s humbling to know at any moment,
support could fall away and leave me sinking.

But the edge of this frozen pond
is nearing with every shallow breath I take;
I cannot see what’s on the other side,
the sun’s light too blinding against the ice.

I know no other way but forward;
behind me lies the broken and forgotten,
beside me lies monotony –
but forward is a mystery,

a beautiful, wondrous mystery.
I crave my mystery,
enough to brave the thinning ice,
to feel dependence slip away,

to find responsibility crashing on me,
rushing my chilling body forward;
I feel the frigid water graze over my toes,
as I pushrunjump

until I’m flying.
Flying free.





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