Outsider Insider
The ink is not skin-deep
It seeps through to my core
I’m an outsider
I’m an insider
I live in a tent
I live in a mansion
I don’t belong
I belong
I’m a loser
I’m a winner
I’m lost
I’m a GPS
I’m weak
I’m strong
I’m wordy
I’m speechless
I’m afraid
I’m brave
I fold my arms
I lift my arms
I’m a wallflower
I’m on the dance floor
I have nothing
I have everything
I’m a traveler
I’m a homebody
I’m a stranger
I’m known
I’m an alien
I’m a citizen
I’m a couch potato
I’m an adventurer
I have a body
I am a soul
I’m stripped
I’m clothed in love
My pantry is bare
I snack on manna
I have a life sentence
Somehow I’m free…
(HEB. 11)