Original Fear

Original fear

so I step
onto the thin ice of acceptance

gently, slow
waiting breathlessly for a sound
a brittle snapping
as beneath my feet

that upon which I stand
fractures
cracks running wildly
like spiderwebs gone mad
dancing gleefully

and leaving me with no place

almost silently
tipping sliding
into the cold

rejected, alone
plunging into the icy cold
with no hand to reach out
and with with warm touch
rescue

and so deeper I go
alone with myself

original fear