Ice glazed over the vast sea below
That is the panic that is my past.
Each time someone takes a step,
Assuming solid ground,
The ice creaks like a rusty gate.
Immediately my heart races,
But I'm paralyzed.
I'm aphasic,
Typically asymptomatic.
If the ice snaps there,
The ice snaps here.
If the ice snaps here,
I plunge in,
Swallowed,
Engulfed in the ever-changing water,
Drowning.
My head may pop up like a bobber,
Gasping for air,
But it won't take long
Before the current yanks me back down
For another play-date with my demons.
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