Friday, March 9, 2012

“The Tip of an Iceberg”

with a few words  I conceal   
under an ocean’s depth of denial   
flaws and faults   
I minimize old pain   
with bland responses that reveal nothing   
of my hurt   
You see only what I show   
a crystal castle floating on blue seas   
sparkling pinnacles of light   
white perfection—an undefiled mirage   
jeweled spires   
cutting against cobalt sky   
graceful illusions I used to disguise   
their untruths   
below the surface lurks lies—   
love frozen into grotesque mutations   
sea monsters   
horrors and deceits they hide   
underneath where unexpected currents   
buffet me   
until I writhe free and climb   
back into the sunlight of brilliant diamonds—   
my iceberg   

Copyright 2012 Elizabeth Abrams Chapman

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