Be Naked...
You can pick up a cloth, a coat or a gown.
You can see that it is decorated in the many qualities that you wish you had. Beauty, deep religion, soul comforter, bestfriend, sister, mentor, mother, happily married...what ever you wish that you were, but are not.
You can try to put it on. It may fit quite nicely at first. You wake up in the morning and stand there so proud of you who look to be.
Each day your mind is bent with the thoughts of this 'you' who you arent...and never have been.
Each day the cloth gives less and less. It doesn't bend quite as well as you swore it did in the beginning.
The beginning of your farcity. Your lying to yourself so that you can smile each day. Lying to others so they look at you and see only what is on top.
The patterns and designs of the cloth you have woven with fake smiles and bows of your head.
We are all unique..quite like the person right next to you. Not so unique are we.
So you stand so stiff, and you judge so easily. Quickly sweeping common sense under the rug. The simple thoughts. The ones you refuse to think for more then a half of a second.
The beat of your heart that says. "He will never change" ..."I should never have..." "If only I hadn't.." The ignored. The truth.
Your mind knows. Your heart does as well.
But it seems too hard to listen at times. It is easier to let another think and decide for you. Your lover, your mother, your God.
So you clench your coat of 'courage' tighter to your breast. You lift your head and you smile a soft knowing smile.
I have clenched that coat tight around me, and I have looked down upon others who certainly were truer and better then myself. It is easy at times to sit above and never kneel beside.
I have shucked my coat, my cloth, my lies.
I stand naked now. With my heart beating outside of my skin. covering it, pinkening it.
I am comfortable now. There are no constraints and now limits...only those who look upon my nekid truth and clench their farcity tighter....
