Tied around my neck
That noose… That draws ever tighter
The enigmatic notions of true falsehood
Waking in its mire
The truth of our simplicity
I wake to questions of sincerity
Flushed from the lies I previously told myself…..
self about my selflessness, only to realise myself serving
Was never and perhaps… In actuality to do with a paradigm of me
The lewd texture of composure
Visceral in its vivid nuance…
Lead by self’s doubts and quartered truths
Wilted by the reality of my alternate, redefined, concocted version
of whom I want to see versus the true me
Gray is the colour or my cowardice
I never knew the release honesty gives…
Till I tried crying with no tears…
Grief with no lewd jeers….
Honesty with no fear….
I’ve grown through being Naked.
© Seyi Sage Awolesi… Wordsmith… 115527102010…… Naked truth sets you free