Naked

Could I stand myself or you of me? Exposed to the core; no more reverie To drift these moments of folly And pass the time content and jolly?

No, this dark hour has left me here In the open, alone and full of fear I cannot beckon, who would I call? To stand by my side, naked and all?

For at my center, the liar sits He's taken control and silenced my fits He conjures my dreams and calls forth my ghosts He will not relent until I'm fully un-clothed

Not for the moment that I long to be Composed, quite clothed, protected fully By this will to be the man who I am When I've yielded to God, my own judgements be damned!

First I must let go of these illusions of control Un-bind my demons and embrace my ghosts The light there waiting for me to take up new clothes And stand with aspirations of the life I'll compose

For this is a journey taken one step at a time The trauma, the pain, takes time to unwind We can't blame ourselves for mistakes that we've made All is forgiven when we ourselves face the day

But forgiving yourself is the first step to take Only then can you begin your healing to make This person is longing to be set free No longer naked, now standing proudly.

epilogue I write this poem still naked myself No longer do I care what the others will shout My exposure is mine and I have no doubt This day is mine and in the light I will sprout!