COMPLEXITIES

 In this young life,

I lay here.

Trying to enjoy complexities.

Trying to rejoice difficulties.

 

And so I realize,

Some of them want to love you.

Some of them want to be loved.

Some of them want to hold you.

Some of them want to be held by you.

 

Sweet dreams are challenging to choose.

 

Some of them want to abuse you.

Some of them want to be abused.

Some of them want to shoot you.

Some of them want to be shot by you.

 

Sanity is easier to lose.

 

Some of them want to kill you.

Some of them want to kill for you.

Some of them lie to you.

Some of them lie for you.

 

Why the sweet heart made of honey,

Desire bitterness?

For the problem are not the answers,

But the questions themselves.

 

In my young life,

I have loved and held.

I have lied and cried.

Trying to enjoy complexities.

Still trying to rejoice over difficulties.

 

But, I’m only a child.

So go easy on me.

-Manya Singh Patel