I hate clothes.
They are pretty much emotional masks.
Everyday, I feel forced to hide my true feelings,
all the glory, anger, lust, and sadness,
behind them.
Everynight, I go to the woods,
and strip down
so that I am completely bare.
The moonlight shines on my vulnerability.
It highlights my honesty,
and brightens my sensitivity.
I prance about.
My feet feel the security of the soil beneath me.
My arms are completely loose, and free.
I dance and jigg, happier than ever.
If only the world
could see me completely stripped.
YOU ARE READING
Bare and Exposed
PoetryMost people picture nudity as a physical state. But is there something emotional to it? Spiritual? In this book, my friend and I will write poems to help you and ourselves understand the truth behind feeling so bare and exposed.
