She walks across an icy lake
smoldering embers stuck to her feet
Ice turns to vapor as she stumbles along
Her vision conquered by a white cloud

Slowly and easily she starts
She speeds her pacing step by step
She starts to slip instead of step
She is caught unaware when she falls

The ice below her; thin and dry
It contains a river of rage and regret
She breaks the seal between water and life
The freeze of winter consumes her

Creatures of the depth approach her
Her face contorts her body is paralyzed
She does not scream she does not kick
She is simply suspended in surrender

And in the end, she was never on a river.
And she never fell through any ice.
She chooses not to see those who can help her.
She chooses to remain suspended in surrender.