Thin Ice

It has warmed,
a silent thaw
that melts the ice
from underneath,
leaving the surface
unmarked and perfect
until it becomes so thin
you fall through,
never to be seen
again.

About this poem

At times, we are pushed right to the brink in our lives. It doesn’t matter how. It can be emotional, spiritual, mental, financial….. but things devolve slowly. We wear thin, so thin, all that is left is the veneer, that thin layer of ice that once was thick and strong, but now is thin and fragile.

We look fine on the outside. After all, that is what we are trained to do. “Never let them see you sweat.” That’s our motto. And then it all crashes in. And the world is surprised. And we are done.

How different might it be if we could share our stories as they evolve. How many of us would NOT fall through the ice into the chilling, soul killing, cold?

Tom