I laugh in the light, but I’m carved from the night.
Where joy wears a mask and pain holds it tight.
I speak of peace with a war in my chest.
A soldier in silence, refusing to rest.

The sunrise feels holy, the sunset feels haunted.
Each moment I’m grateful, each moment I’m daunted.
I love with a fury, I push love away.
I’m healing and breaking a thousand new ways.

I walk with a confidence stitched out of doubt.
A scream in my soul I’ve learned to live without.
I chase after freedom while building my cage.
A sage in my youth, a child in old age.

My truth is a riddle I barely can speak.
I’m strong in the storm and fragile each week.
I trust like a mirror that shatters on glance,
But I still give the world another chance.

I’m covered in scars I call masterpieces.
Each one a puzzle that never quite ceases.
Life isn’t either/or, it’s both and then more.
A locked-open window, a wound that can soar.

So call me a paradox, twisted and blessed.
A mess made of meaning, a curse that’s caressed.
In chaos I’m calm, in stillness I flex.
I’m endlessly simple, and simply complex.