Judgement and opinion whip across the plains of humanity like a cold wind,
We drape ourselves in many robes of misdirection and illusion in defense of being ridiculed or even exiled.
You entered my life and were charmed by these cloaks of experience, and offered love
I have betrayed us both through my insecurity and fear.
My costume of stories I have told myself, and others for years has imprisoned me.
Too long has it been since I have felt the warmth of my own skin.
Not to mention the guilt and regret I feel around not having the courage to allow our respective truths couple with one another.
Perhaps, I cannot revive the love we shared.
Like weeds in a garden, that flower was most certainly choked out long ago.
What I can do however is disrobe.
Return to the nakedness of my youth,
Truth; the only thing I allow to touch my skin evermore,
Let vindication come in the form of a kiss of forgiveness.
I now know that acceptance is the only foundation on which to build a home for my heart, my dreams, my future.
These things I hope for you as well.
If one day you can forgive my fear, perhaps friendship can blossom.
Until then, I lay my body under the Sun
Every breath that fills my lungs under its warmth is born of gratitude.
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