At first the ice is thin.
And that is good.
Everything can still get through.
And the water underneath
still shocks and gasps you.
You still feel the real reason for your terror. For your sadness and your shame.
It is good when the ice is thin. Although the water hurts.
It is when the ice becomes thick
and no thing can break through anymore
It is when the ice is thick
and the drops skitter across the surface away and away from you
that is when it is dangerous.
When the water underneath
can no longer be felt
when there is no more shock and gasp at the pain
when the ice has become so thick that an endless avalanche
of made up reasons for the why and what and wherefore
become the focus
because the water underneath can no longer even be detected
that is when the real danger begins.
When the ice has thickened into numbness
and everything else must do; must be it
because no one can believe the coldness of the water anymore
and no one breaks through the ice anymore
to fall into the shock and gasp of the cold, brutal water
when the ice has thickened
so that the glare of it makes it look like your enemies are outside of your home
rather than inside
that is when the real danger, the real hatred begins.