The Naked Truth

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To be 100% true is to be naked.
Perhaps that’s why it’s
called the naked truth.

I can no longer hide
behind this mask.
Behind these layers I’ve laid down.

To show you who I am,
I must, layer by layer,
remove the armor.

Separating the truth from the not
requires cutting away.
The knife feels serrated.

The pockets of resistance,
the places I most fear your rejection,
are the hardest to reveal.

As I show it to you,
I must within
heal it, too.

For how can I expect you
to accept this part of me,
if I, myself, cannot let it be?

Breathing in, I remove the chainmail: Inspiration.
Breathing out, I peel back the flesh: Expiration.
Exposed now for you to see.

Open, feeling, being, breathing.
I want to run from it,
as much as to it.

Revealing soft, supple flesh.
Now you see
another part of me.

Naked.
Revealed.
Pulsating in vulnerability.

No longer evading the light,
I can now rest more easily
in the truth of me.

Namaste.

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Being Vulnerable to Become Stronger

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Opening my heart, sharing my vulnerabilities and being 100% honest can feel much like being flayed alive. I hold the knife.

The muscles ’round my throat tighten their grip as I breathe only into my chest, which tightens as I reveal another aspect that scares me about myself. This is far worse than public speaking. I feel naked.

While I am at the helm, I am steering my vessel headlong into turbulent waters. My mind feels watery, thoughts melt before they can be solidified. I grasp for something solid in shifting sands. The thoughts that usually flow freely feel clogged in the drain. Going nowhere. Fast.

Breathe, I repeatedly tell myself. You know this. You live this. You’ve got this.

With each sharing of my truth, I build strength within my being. With each card laid on the table, my light shines brighter. With each fear that I slay by bringing it to the light, the more faith I have in myself.

The flesh no longer flayed, the muscles relaxed, the breath returned, the truth is told and the wound begins to heal. With each wound healed, I grow further into my authentic self. Complete. Whole until myself. Another muscle built.

May we all be free of the fears that hold us back from our greatest potential.

Namaste.

Photo by anankkml at freedigitalphotos.net

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