The Tip of the Iceberg

I feel like I’m standing on the edge of a cliff

Looking down to see my ever-looming fate

All I can seem to ask myself is what if?

What if my plan doesn’t go my way?

I never thought it would come to this

I never thought I would be up so high here

Wondering if I fall in to this bottomless pit

Instead of escaping, will I disappear?

No one prepped me for making my own way

It’s not like life comes with its own manual

I wish I could just have the guts to say

That it’s okay, I can reach for the handle

But that’s just the tip of the iceberg,

Admitting to your own failings and flaws

But life is learning to be the driver

And not being the helpless passenger no more

Where do I go from where I am now?

How hard am I going to have to fight?

These are the questions I ask somehow

Even though the answer is frightening

For I will have to travel far

And I will have to learn to fight hard

No doubt I will come back with scars

And I will know how it feels to be scarred

But these are the risks one has to take

In order to make one’s own way

And I will come back with a new discovery

As I will find new strength from my recovery