One Viewpoint

Life has a way of twisting us 

into shapes we cannot see 

from the inside out, 

so we assume we appear 

as we were 

before the twisting began. 

We can ask what’s wrong  

but never receive 

a satisfactory answer 

for no matter how hard we try 

we can only see ourselves 

from the inside out.


* * *


What we think is normal
isn’t normal at all,
but we keep plowing down
 a crooked row,

planting seeds of discord
wherever we go
then wiping beads of shame
from our brow.