Floating Over the Ice

The creative writing I do instead of what I'm supposed to in the creative writing class that doesn't feel all that creative yet

Floating Over the Ice

I feel your hand

wrap around my own,

the warm embrace

of two tired tots

with big, bright eyes,

staring around at the strangeness,

the uncertainty

written across the faces

of everyone who turns our way.

It makes us stop and think;

how are we,

youths blinded by the light,

ever to understand
a world without explanation

when these ancients' eyes

have yet to acclimate

to the actual?

I draw you close

in my blind worry

and press you to my chest,

tears welling up in my heart,

choking my veins and drowning my lungs,

sending me shuddering

into a block of unforgiving ice;

the truth is visible on the horizon,

but frigid with frosty facts

and blocked by an invisible iceberg,

my body slamming into it

again and again

as I fight to escape,

my body freezing,

becoming one with the cold confusion.

When, suddenly,

she is there

brushing the snow from my bones.

She is there

lighting a flame within my soul,

thawing my blood,

blue with sadness

for an unknown and unforgiving tomorrow.

And she is there,

taking my head in her hands,

her lips nuzzling my forehead

for just a moment

with a reassuring kindness.

Her whisper warms my ear:

"We will walk this world

without worry, my love.

We will tread these shaky grounds

side by side

and see a life

that no one can comprehend.

But we will enjoy it,

despite the unknown;

we will laugh and live well,

never alone.

There is no need

for us to know;

only to love."

She holds out herself to me,

and I join her,

we fledglings of God's nest

turning away from the hurt

that we can cause ourselves

and grasp the life vests

we wear for each other,

keeping us afloat

when alone we would drown.