Complexity

I am strong and weak

Brittle and firm

Soft and razor sharp

At times my entire being

Blows apart

Into fragments

At times my soul laments

The deepest oceans of ancestral lost

Then there is the light that dawns

On a new morning

Along with thoughts of doom

There is the darkness and the bright

The surrender and the fight

There is the landing and the flight

There is the holding on

And letting go

There is the dissolution

And the reformation

There is the emptiness and the fullness

There is the desire to love and connect

As well as the even deeper need

Of our souls for solitude

For we are not just single and linear

We human beings

We are a vast

Complexity.