intransparent
chill layers
chill sunlight refracts at the brittle surface —I try to look through thick layers of ice beneath my feet am I stable?
the bleak water
hides
what’s latent
yet
sleeping
—waitingintransparent life lies before me within reach though intangible still I dream of breaking down my armor —my distance
gleaming water embraces me mends the fractures I am safe (as) the freezing cold —slowly creeps inside
purges the imperfections —I strike the core will I dare? to crack the impervious surface?
You never know where the next step leads you. That’s the beauty and the danger in making decisions. But you have to choose. I always tried to play safe, because some of the decisions I made had consequences I didn’t expect and I wasn’t able to deal with. So I stayed in toxic relationships and unhealthy jobs. I was more afraid of change than of bearing an unbearable situation, I was afraid of the uncertainty after the decision. But I guess a free fall is better than staying in custody.








The tension between safety and stagnation here is haunting.
I love how the poem doesn’t rush the break it listens to the hesitation.
"But I guess a free fall is better than staying in custody." I had to lie down for a while after reading that.