Melting
When I was a kid, I was an ice cube
inside a glass of water,
ignorant of the world around me.
Blissfully floating,
with support of the water underneath.
As time goes past
I start to melt.
Now there is part of me that is now more aware,
aware of my surroundings,
how blisteringly cold everything is.
Soon I am no longer my old self
No longer the chill, translucent piece of ice,
no longer lifted by others.
Instead I am clear, cold water,
helping, holding up the ice cubes
that are now above me.
One day, I will evaporate,
I will leave the glass of water.
I will leave others
to take my place.
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