Below the waterline

There’s more of the iceberg below the waterline than above it.

The tree’s roots burrow further down than its branches climb skywards.

And the oceans are deeper than the mountains are high.

And more hidden, more buried and deeper than all three are the memories from which my present struggle to love must grow.

So I will be gentle on myself, for a moment.

There’s so much within I know so little about.

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