Simple Complication Poem by Maya Hanson

Simple complications,
sensible contradictions
in every step I take

I’m not always the best
hand to hold
I’m not the easiest
clay to mold
but I’m not
giving up yet

I’m a simple
complication,
quiet
alleviation
from the chaos that is
being here

I’ve always been a
loud silence,
a soft and striking
blue,
diving deep into the twilight

I’m a ghost that will
weigh on your shoulders,
an invisible
visibility,
a real
unreality

I’m the end of the beginning,
the beginning of the end,
an adventure that will never exist

I’m black and
white,
harmony and
strife,
an elaborate spread of roots
in the ground

I’m a simple
complication,
a sensible contradiction,
the loudest quiet you’ve ever heard