“Inside the Outside” by Ralph Prata
Inside the Outside
I began on the inside,
Knowing not of an outside,
Only knowing of my being.
My world limited,
A temporary prisoner,
Protected by the inside.
Demanding more room,
Life on inside
Began to grow short.
Having no choice,
Pushed from the womb
Into the world of the outside.
On the inside,
I had been content
In my limited space.
Now on the outside,
Crying in the face
of a new destiny.
My first act of rebellion,
Expressing nostalgia
For an innocence lost.
Appealing to my essence of being,
I soon learned the outside
Could be my new inside.
Always giving away,
some of the inside,
so not to lose it all.
Becoming inside the outside,
Allows each act of being
To create a way of living.
— kenne
“We age not by holding on to youth,
but by letting ourselves grow
and embracing whatever youthful parts that remain.”
— Keith Richards
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THREE YEARS OUT
Ralph Prata works with concrete. This is a wall hanging we purchased titled, “Inside the Outside.” Inspired by it, I wrote the poem, “Inside the Outside.” — kenne