Poetry
Iceberg
by Traci Neal
This boat, this body
has held
holes, leaks
from side to side,
but what hits
harder than rocks
is an iceberg,
a world crashing
down for death
to reign on what
deeply sits at
the bottom.
The cold, sharp chills
have made me
tip over,
while my
boat lost some
broken parts,
sunken into
the blue sea
where I learn
how to swim
around the
iceberg,
even climb
over it
to get to
the other
side, since turns,
steady railings
will lead me on
to safety, to land.