Iceberg

When the best of you is unseen

When the best of me in hidden

When all our elements are on the line

When all our feelings are balancing

Then it is time to look inside.

Time to take a break and realize

That maybe, just maybe

The same elements that we hate

All the shapes we didn't want to have

All the faces we didn't want to show

Are the ones that keep us alive

The ones that hold us every day

That kiss us without being noticed

That protect us from falling down

That never, but never, leave us alone

And stop us from drowning into the sea.

What you can't see, my friend, is the best of me.

Sorry. Or not.

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