Dancing on Thin Ice

Dancing on Thin Ice

Dancing on thin ice

feet whisper across the glass

every step a question

every turn a risk

I feel the cold below

pressing up through me

my heart drums louder

as shadows flicker around

I smile though I know

the ice might crack

I move anyway

because stillness is heavier

Each glide is fleeting

each breath a small rebellion

I dance on the edge

and I am alive

The wind bites, sharp and cruel

yet I welcome it

it reminds me

that I am here

Hands stretch wide

arms sway like branches

I hold the air

as if it could hold me

Cracks appear

thin lines racing like lightning

I ignore them

I spin, I leap, I fall back up

The surface trembles

the world shifts underfoot

but I do not stop

I cannot stop

Because every moment

every fragile step

is proof

that I still dare

Every day, every step

I am dancing on thin ice

and I love the thrill