Could I stand myself or you of me?Exposed to the core; no more reverieTo drift these moments of follyAnd pass the time content and jolly?
No, this dark hour has left me hereIn the open, alone and full of fearI cannot beckon, who would I call?To stand by my side, naked and all?
For at my center, the liar sitsHe's taken control and silenced my fitsHe conjures my dreams and calls forth my ghostsHe will not relent until I'm fully un-clothed
Not for the moment that I long to beComposed, quite clothed, protected fullyBy this will to be the man who I amWhen I've yielded to God, my own judgements be damned!
First I must let go of these illusions of controlUn-bind my demons and embrace my ghostsThe light there waiting for me to take up new clothesAnd stand with aspirations of the life I'll compose
For this is a journey taken one step at a timeThe trauma, the pain, takes time to unwindWe can't blame ourselves for mistakes that we've madeAll is forgiven when we ourselves face the day
But forgiving yourself is the first step to takeOnly then can you begin your healing to makeThis person is longing to be set freeNo longer naked, now standing proudly.
epilogueI write this poem still naked myselfNo longer do I care what the others will shoutMy exposure is mine and I have no doubtThis day is mine and in the light I will sprout!
