The ice is breaking feet from me.
I take a slow step but hear it crack.
I freeze, as still as the cold timid air.
My dad, a man that I grew up loving, the man I saw as my hero, leans over to take my hand.
He's on the steadier ice, where it doesn't crack under his feet.
A family on the other side, doesn't hear my scream.
The man I call my dad, isn't here standing by me anymore.
He's not grabbing my hand to guide me to safety.
Instead he's helping the family on the other side.
A blow to the stomach is how I feel, I take a step back to just hear the water splash.
I'm no longer standing.
My heart cracks and my blood goes cold.
The man I once knew, left me standing on thin ice.
Where he knew, if he left, I'd die.
Instead of helping the child he should love, he went after a family he just saw.
He claimed them as his want, instead of his need.
The girl which is me, helped herself out.
I tried to save myself.
I didn't fully recover to the long fall into freezing water.
Since my heart is still chipped and my blood still runs cold.
He left me on ice, that just couldn't hold.
By this time, I should know that maybe just maybe I was the thin ice.
I was the cold water that splashed when he left.
I was the ice that broke when he desolate.