being naked reduces you...
there is nothing to hide ...
what we disguise with fashion,
naked renders fully visable
most of the time in harsh light...
the reason we like clothes
it hides the flaws
we can accessorize and distract
highlight the strong points...
we can never let you know
but at some point, you find yourself
and that leads you to the hard part
wants to be rejected
and so, at the risk of closing ourselves off...
of not being real with anyone
we will plug in...but not all the way...
we will offer superficial presence
but nothing beyond...
because real, makes us vulnerable, vulnerable makes us naked
and naked means you can walk away-because you could handle the cute outfit
the real, broken, scarred
person wearing it...
to become vulnerable...
is for some the hardest thing
(ask me how I know...)
because see, once you know something...
you can't unknow it...
and once you know it
it's too much...
and so we retreat
we project this idea of wholeness
of having it together
of being in command
but *they* can't walk away
because *they* don't know...
all dressed up
with no one
heart tenderly wrapped in a scarf...
the risk of unwrapping
but we were made, by the master creator, to need each other...
that doesn't mean you expose and spill to everyone,
you can guard your heart
without walling it up...
(and this i know, i live it, daily)
when you find that place
where you can shed the layers...
where you strip off the blouse
(and the lycra shaper, that's keeping everything smooth)
when you stand there
bumps and bulges
and look to find
you are surrounded by others
who've dropped the facade
acceptance that was there all along...
we're all broken
and we need help, carrying the pieces
drop the scarf?