Buried in Ice
Drowning under a sheet of ice,
Flaying, swimming endlessly trying vainly
To raise our head above the rise of the watery
Sepulcher that’s more somber than any bleak cave.
The sinuous water caresses and spontaneously
Freezes as it embraces our slumberous weight into its
Stygian obscurity driving fear into our heavy hearts.
Propelling our entrenched sense of ‘fight or flight’ not to be flighty!
Our terror of being buried alive on land or sea
Is an apologue for the actions we take to embed
Our confusion in unraveling the social behaviored sea
Corresponding to a multicultural divide is likened
To attempting to surmount Everest’s easiest route
To a summit that is the ‘ideal’ we have of success.
We worry so about success and measure it with the ‘norms’
And forget our actual achievements that we need to celebrate.
Brake the ice, punch through the barrier, surge above
The mud and disgust of a world buried in icy artifice,
That needs to compete and surpass one another, and be
Who you need to be so your uniqueness can shine.