undressed

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I wish to undress all that I am,
to lay bare all that I feel.

For once, I don’t wish to hide.
I don’t wish to veil the parts of me.

For once, I wish to be called unashamed.

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For what has shame given me?

Nights when my heart ached to scream,
when my desires clawed at my skin—
bleeding,
when unspoken words died inside me.

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I have spent days mending myself,
tending to the scars—
they burned,
like coals that refused to die,
smoldering inside me,
shaping my resistance,
with every flare.

I’ve been trampled,
like fallen leaves,
crushed beneath the heavy steps—
of constraint,
of judgement,
of misconduct,
of deception,
of treachery,

and yet I chose to stay quiet,
I chose to step into the shadows of conformity,
I chose to abandon myself—
out of shame - of choosing myself.

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But now, I wish to be called unabashed,
I yearn to speak,
piercing the dense silence,
born out of shame.

I long to show,
the raw and tempting curves of me,
I wish to strip the skins of norms,
I long to step forward,

Undressed.

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