I stepped on a frozen puddle and it snapped

I stepped on a frozen puddle, and it snapped,

the sharp crack like a line drawn in the sand.

Promises broken beneath my feet,

a sound that hangs in the brittle air,

a reminder that winter can be cruel,

like secrets hiding, waiting to reveal.

The ice shatters, fragments scatter wide,

reflecting the light like memories untried.

I pause, holding breath, beneath the cold sky,

wondering what other truths lie concealed,

what else might fracture when touched by our weight,

and if in the stillness, we too hesitate.