The Simple Self (Low Self-Complexity) Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

One basket holds all their worth,
A single thing, their sky, their earth.
If that one thing begins to break,
Their world will crumble, give and quake.

They're just a worker, just a mate,
No other roles to seal their fate.
A win brings joy, a shining sun,
A loss feels like the world's undone.

So much depends on just this one,
They're fragile, 'til the battle's won.
But life throws curves, and things go wrong,
They're lost, and can't seem to stay strong.

They hide away, they numb the pain,
They can't rebuild, they can't regain.
A simple self, a fragile hold,
A story often sadly told.