Every Page Has Two Sides Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

A coin has heads, a coin has tails,
The wind blows hard where spirit fails.
We point a finger, sharp and cold,
To tell a story, neatly told.

We claim the hurt, we claim the sting,
Of all the sorrow pain can bring.
But look behind the heavy wall,
And see the shadow there for all.

For when we ache and bear the blame,
We often feed the very flame.
The wrong is rarely just in one,
Beneath the setting of the sun.

Two sides to every page we write,
One in dark, and one in light.
To heal the wound and set us free,
We must find the truth in you and me.