Prose - Is The Ice Cracking (A Father's Worries)

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The ice
Beneath our feet
Is very thin
Our hearts
Are covered
By skin
We assume
The facade
Will hold
But the water
Below the ice
Is very cold
And the distance
Between life and death
Is very slight
The net
Beneath our lives
Is for black, brown and white
Life
Below the net
Is death
We walk
Watching the cracks
Measuring each step
We fly
Assuming the net
Is there
We fall
Much too fast
Into despair
Paycheck
To paycheck
A wing and a prayer
We smile
And laugh
As long as it’s there
Too small
And powerless
For a bail-out
The poor
Suffer through
A trickle-down drought
But I
Who has much
But not enough
Seemingly secure
With a full plate
Life’s not too tough
Yet fear
Lurks beneath
The surface
The thin line
Wraps my mind
Like a graceless necklace
Choking my emotions
As I look down
And see
The reality
While my children
Still believe
In me
The membrane
Between life and death
Unknowing my fears
In myself
And life’s short breath
As each day
I exist
For them
For their future
As adults
So they can begin
The cycle all over
And walk
The ice
As I did
Hoping they remember
My advice
To avoid the cracks
And not look down
And let fear
Rule their minds
Or their hearts
Instead drawing near
Strength
From whatever source
To live graciously
Towards those
Who fell
Unmercifully
Through the ice
Beneath their feet
And plunged
Into the dark
Cold
Expunged
From society’s
Conscience
And memory
Losers
With no redeeming
Quality
Except for in the minds
Of those
Who were taught
To love
To care
In every thought
Because
Their father's fears
Brought forth
A simple message
For a simple life
And what was worth
The worries
Or the pride
Or the mistrust
In life
In our leaders
And the unjust
Yes
They will peer
Through the ice
And feel the beating heart
Through the membrane
And will hold no vice
Against life
Or themselves
Or another
Knowing the cracks
Beneath their feet
Are not solely reserved for their brother


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Yeshuan 5 years ago from North Carolina

This really reminded me of how fragile life is. The effect that the death of a parent can have on a child can make life seem overwhelming. Very well written.


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mckbirdbks 5 years ago from Emerald Wells, Just off the crossroads,Texas

You turn your spinning wheel with such nimble grace and spin your yarns as you make your case.


PenMePretty 5 years ago from Franklin

This was like watching a mini movie. So heart. Well done.


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The Suburban Poet 5 years ago from Austin, Texas Author

@Yeshnuan - For some reason I was thinking about "what if I lost my job" the other day and realized how far I would possibly plummet if I couldn't land another anytime soon... that started the poem. Thanks for reading man.

@mckbirdbks - And you comment with the authority of a poet who speaks with integrity and alacrity.

@PenMePretty - Thank you! Just trying to contrast small distance between life and death; employement and unemployment; having a home and being homeless...


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Yeshuan 5 years ago from North Carolina

Suburban Poet, it has always fascinate me how people can read a great poem and have different perceptions. It is one of the reasons that I enjoy poetry.


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Teylina 5 years ago

I still hear your heartbeat, Suburban; it's just a little slower--in thinking stage perhaps. Beautiful.


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QudsiaP1 5 years ago

I think you have yet again easily summed up, all that is life and how delicate it can be. Bravo.


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The Suburban Poet 5 years ago from Austin, Texas Author

@Yeshuan - great poetry? You humble me man... I just try to communicate my feelings and make it rhyme in a way that tells the tale but is not from Mount Olympus but on the same plane as everyone else... because we all have a heart... we're all the same in what we feel... I truly appreciate your support.

@Teylina - Thank you again. If we show our heart we get a response. That's what people want. A real show of emotion; not hype or bravado.... though I do that too! Thank you very much.

@QudsiaP1 - It is a delicate life. It could end at anytime; it can change at any time. I'm trying to shed desire for things and get to the point where I am impervious to commerce and the hype for material things. My ego is moving in that direction. I don't want to feel controlled. Thank you....


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Teylina 5 years ago

So right, and I guess that's why the two poems I spoke to as from your heart said it: "I can hear your heartbeat." So rare when people really do let us inside. Thank you again.

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