The Cardinal Review Vol. 3 No. 2 Growth

The Iceberg

By Anonymous So small and insignificant is the life of a passenger.

They lay on their ships, and they raise their sails They can only hope for a gust of wind to carry them along the sea.

Bending nature to their will, they can only hope it allows them to bend.

Nature will not bend for me.

I am frozen eternally. Far too long Is the life of an iceberg.

I am chained to the sea and yet, a cruel god Has chained my head to the clouds.

I imagine a life elsewhere.

No passenger realizes how senseless they are They step, ants crushed beneath their shoes, Unknowing that they are the ants And I am the shoe.

And I am merely the shoe.

The icy air brings along another ship today.

I look down at it, and it looks up at me.

We share the ocean for a few brief moments.

There is a man on the boat. He stands out to me today A higher source tells me his name is Victor He flees from his own creation, says the source, but I do not care, nor do I need to care, for I am an iceberg.

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