Iceberg: A Self Portrait
The epitome of the unknown... and unknowable
True potential yet to be revealed
Perhaps remaining a mystery for eternity
So cold and formidable to all encountered
But truly just lost and drifting
Am I in your way?
Why do you run?
Frigid, frightened, fragmented
That cannot be me
Floating light above the surface
Black depths calling from below
Let that dream go
There's only you and me and the cold inside
A thin line between destruction and redemption