Thomas Liney’s second contribution in our second issue of The Tribe is a refreshing poem which provokes us to consider matters from the ‘Inside-Out.’ 

 

Inside-Out

As the city’s nerves throws off its skin

– Shedding internal shame –

We drift ceaselessly to a tender place, unseen.

 

For they say your actions are bold and brave,

“Your voice is yours to do as you say”, but

Words do not fall graciously upon hard skin.

Words do not drift or pace,

Words crash as heavy as their weight.

 

Like sun-stricken paper burnt at its core,

Lit from the outside-in and burnt from the inside-out,

Your shame is theirs at fault and yours to bear.

 

I’m stood still while sketching out my plan.

Closing my eyes in long blinks, half-praying,

Biting my lip, for it’s a shame.

 

It’s a shame I stand still at all.

It’s a shame my words crash heavy.

It’s a shame that skin is so hard to break

From the inside-out.

 

As the city’s nerves throws off its skin

– Shedding internal shame –

We drift ceaselessly to a tender place, unseen.


 
 
Thomas Liney