Thin Ice

I have a million things to say and they're all bursting out of my head, my brain and my gut that it's searing through my insides.

I will tread gently across the ice, one crack and I will drown in icy-cold laughter and ghosts from the past. One crack and I will fall through the thin ice of sanity and sink down to the abyss.

They say what don't kill you only makes you stronger. Why, then, do I find myself reaching for the gun?

In time, all in good time. For now, I guess, the pain will be a reminder of what was good. For now, I'll walk gently across the thin ice, one small fearful step at a time...