The women in my family fall for potential and I am no better.

I've seen them lay tracks on snow covered ice and yet I place my feet in each one, carefully.. slowly, as if not to break the ice below me.

In a sense I'm fully aware the tracks lead to a hole in the ice but yet I do not change my path.

There is comfort in knowing my downfall.

There is discomfort in knowing my downfall.

There is my inevitable avoidable downfall.