Icicles

I am an icicle
Beautiful and strange
I glisten and reflect the light
As I drip, drip, drip into oblivion
I am an icicle
I grip the edge of my life
Somewhere caught between falling and staying
I am an icicle
I wonder if I fall will I break or melt?
If I stay who who will care?
I am an icicle
Will it hurt if I fall?
Will anyone notice at all?
I am an icicle.
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.