In my hands a sheet of ice so thin
Holds my very dreams.
With doubt it cracks
With fear it weeps
With hesitation it slips and falls.
Panicking I race to catch it
Fumbling as my hands slice against the edges
I hold my breath as time slows down around me.
In that time I reflect
On past moments, my regrets.
As a child, the sheet of ice was so thick
Doubt could not crack it
Fear could not melt it
And there was no hesitation in living the dreams I’d seen.
Though as I aged the ice became thinner
I began to hesitate following those dreams.
People would tell me to settle for the Earth
Rather than reach for the stars
That I could not fulfill what I dreamed.
The more they talked, the more I listened
Until the voice became mine
By my feet, the ice exploded
A thousand pieces, in all directions.
I could have cried, if I had cared
But I was numb, I had accepted the fear.
In a shard, a small flicker danced
Catching my eye
A dream I had held for so long appeared.
Hope stirred, do I dare?
In my hands a shard of ice so small
Holds one little dream.
Pushing past all doubt and fear
There is no hesitation in following that dream now.
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