Iceberg

Sometimes

I feel like an iceberg,

only showing one thing or nothing

but underneath a flurry of emotions, feelings and thoughts whir, fighting for my time and attention.

I question and challenge myself daily. I work, I play games, I win.

I plan what I want from the future, the future that will work for me.

I think about my family, my friends. How far away they are, if it is one of their birthdays.

I remember all those who have gone. Where they are and how much I miss them.

I ponder death. What it really means and if I should believe in a religion.

I see something sensational and ask myself could I be brave enough.

I wonder who designs the simple things, like the humble can-opener.

If someone’s in trouble I want to help them, I won’t let them down.

Do I have enough money to last until the next payday?

I wonder if I have made them proud.

I let you see only a part of me.

you believe I’m plain

and simple-

I’m not.