Naked

Shed your skins

like an old cloak

full of snags and tears from trying just too hard

to move through life too fast

best described as "well-worn"

stained with coffee and Sharpie

and bleach residue

from trying to scrub out life's mistakes:

the smell of alcohol and his cologne

and even the occasional cigarette burn

trying so hard to disguise with lies

your truth, so glaringly apparent.

Shed your skins

and wipe clean your past

sweep out every corner of those places

in your mind best left forgotten

every trunk stuffed with what remains from

your yesterdays

vessels of nostalgia that do nothing but

hold you back

the things that matter now lie only ahead.

Shed your skins

with fervent intensity

remove every layer thoroughly and completely

until you are bare

until every painted-on mask is dissolved

clear out the dust

that mars the mirrors hidden in that attic of memory

see yourself clearly for once.

Shed your skins

and breathe in the world

let the breeze move you to glide

to fly

among higher clouds in higher places

turn your face towards the light.

Shed your skins

let life

let love

touch your naked soul.

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