Outside Out

You ever turned something inside out?
Where all the seams are on the outside
You can see the hanging threads?

Some of us are not normal
Some of us start inside out
Some of us never knew what ‘defences’ meant

Going in the exit
And out the entrance
Some of us are reversed by birth

Life is a wall stretching away to the horizons
Up and away to through the clouds to the stars
Sinking beyond the ground, beneath the surface

Being eaten alive
Chewed and spit out
The proverbial foot mat

But now something is changing…

No.

A new word which makes the
yes
seem valuable.

Nothing makes sense as this
metamorphosis
continues on its merry way

Nothing is how it is supposed to be
But here I am
My insides now on the outsides

Protection
is a very weird concept
but it does make sense.

Matches everything I’ve read about it
over the decades
and observed others engaging in

Yet now it’s here
becoming part of me
I don’t need to give and be and display everything anymore

You are not my responsibility
I am not accountable to you
I am mine and I am only to me

So…

Half-way through life
My outsides are on the outsides
And insides are on the insides

In process
Now I can observe the emerging shape
of the butterfly.