Naked

My skin chafes at the restraints of prudent fashion.
Generations of indoctrination pull at the strings to my thoughts,
manipulating my desire to embrace the new and different.
Wanting, aching, fighting, I finally rebel!
An article at a time, I undress.

Prompted by my body's whims, my clothing to falls to the ground,

not caring where it comes to rest.

Opening myself to scrutiny, I step into the open so all can see and judge.

The judgement never comes.

So many not noticing, I experience an epiphany.

I was the one judging all along, allowing myself to be deceived.

Shedding more than just garments, my heart and mind open to new thinking.

Clothing was the deception;

being naked the truth.

Misconceptions shedding as easily as the once restrictive garments, my pulse quickens.
Elements embrace me, rousing my senses as never before.
My body is tickled by a wave of curious new stimuli, my mind is laid bare;
laid bare to what could have been,
were it not for misconceptions.

Seeing with new eyes, I bare my body for all and no one.

Both humbled and exalted, I learn.

I am capable of seeing and not judging, of experiencing before rejecting.

My heart and mind are open, ready to be filled anew.
The mind is as naked as the body.

Awakened, enlightened, unfettered; I am naked.