Icebergs

Step up into self-responsibility.

I've been running my whole life -

from the shadows attached to my bones.

Fear is never an antidote for pain.

Yet we lean on her crutch.

Everything gets sucked into the void.

Eventually.

That's where we begin again.

Find where we start and other's end.

Water the grasses of time,

mend the vases shattered over centuries of broken limbs.

What is a human?

Is it a 9-5, insurance package,

401K, white picket fence?

Is it an ice berg?

Experiences time, learning, freedom song.

Endlessly yearning to return.

Is it making mistakes

and getting the fuck back up again?

Is it seeing the pain of the world?

Is it honouring the mirror? Is it compassion?

I am you and you are me?

And what of everything below artic waters?

The stuff we forget to remember.

The foggy half-dream we can almost touch.

A distant memory pressed on the pages of your soul

like paper daisies, decaying.

The ocean never seems lonely -

the women of my life remind me.

Perhaps we are caught up in being icebergs.

Drifting timelessly through frozen waters.

wandering the expanses of time and space.

Remembering to forget.

Forgetting to remember.

the space in between.

Maybe we are icebergs melting into remembering.