Unless There's a Complication

Unless we fall

Break open

Release ourselves from the complexities of being

There will always be a world

Where the mirror reflects something to be fixed

And the page betrays us with no words

and the plate doesn’t have enough food

or it’s always has too much

There is a morning too sunny for our grief

and nights with a chill as brittle as we feel

a person who loves us too much

a person who doesn’t love us enough

There is freedom in an understanding that

complexities are the journey and

we can choose to travel

or not.