There's nothing that feels more helpless,
Then, standing on a lake of ice.
I see someone in the distance,
In their hand, a stick of dynamite.
They throw it onto the edge of the lake,
I try to run, but it's far too late.
The explosion booms, the ice starts to crack,
It barrels toward me, like a vicious attack.
Before I can move, I fall under,
Into the cold, where it's dark, and I feel encumbered.
I slowly realize that stability is an illusion,
That I will never truly be safe, or at peace.
For, at any unsuspecting moment,
My life's rug can be pulled from under me.
I'll fall on my haunches,
As anxiety launches.
What else am I to do?
If change so easily hurts me,
How am I to push through?
This unstable stability,
So simply taken away.
Perhaps, I'll be fine.
Perhaps, I'll be okay.
It's the unknown that scars me,
The darkness where I cannot see.
Is where I'm going,
Better than where I'm leaving?
Everything crumbles, as the Earth rumbles,
And I tumble and fumble on the ground.
I let out a pitiful, disgraceful whine,
A desperate sound.
Can I escape the ice?
Can I reach higher ground?
Even if I do,
Will it remain structurally sound?
I guess I'll follow you,
And try not to wallow,
With memories that feel hollow.
It's tempting to stop.
It's tempting to grieve.
Maybe it'd be best to wait on those things,
Until I get to where I'm meant to be.
Away from this unstable stability...
Feb 2
Feb 2, 2026 at 10:01 PM UTC
There's nothing that feels more helpless,
Then, standing on a lake of ice.
I see someone in the distance,
In their hand, a stick of dynamite.
They throw it onto the edge of the lake,
I try to run, but it's far too late.
The explosion booms, the ice starts to crack,
It barrels toward me, like a vicious attack.
Before I can move, I fall under,
Into the cold, where it's dark, and I feel encumbered.
I slowly realize that stability is an illusion,
That I will never truly be safe, or at peace.
For, at any unsuspecting moment,
My life's rug can be pulled from under me.
I'll fall on my haunches,
As anxiety launches.
What else am I to do?
If change so easily hurts me,
How am I to push through?
This unstable stability,
So simply taken away.
Perhaps, I'll be fine.
Perhaps, I'll be okay.
It's the unknown that scars me,
The darkness where I cannot see.
Is where I'm going,
Better than where I'm leaving?
Everything crumbles, as the Earth rumbles,
And I tumble and fumble on the ground.
I let out a pitiful, disgraceful whine,
A desperate sound.
Can I escape the ice?
Can I reach higher ground?
Even if I do,
Will it remain structurally sound?
I guess I'll follow you,
And try not to wallow,
With memories that feel hollow.
It's tempting to stop.
It's tempting to grieve.
Maybe it'd be best to wait on those things,
Until I get to where I'm meant to be.
Away from this unstable stability...
