Stripped

 My Mind that wove like a loom,

Using the yarns of perspective and prejudice;

Fabrics meant to protect and reflect me,

dismantles itself to begin a long required revolt,

against its delusion of being an apathetic apparatus

to break my illusion against the fabrics meant to reflect me

for they in reality from my truth do deflect me.

For these garments are but the products;

of crops grown from the seeds of hate,

which later formed its roots in my once broken heart,

sheared from the skins of regrets and guilts of past.

grazing on the pastures of my present, rendering it barren.

The realized mind now breaks this trance, piercing fabrics

of these shrouds under which lays my soul.

for the mind wishes to inspire this soul that's perspired,

to have now, just this desire;

to come out of the tatters,

and not cling on to the obsolete,

to find that spark within so illuminating

which would blinden the initial stares of stigma

to let my scars be bejeweled with the strings of pride

to be scented with hope which will cleanse,

the long stayed stinking sweat of despair

to attract the sights of amors and empaths alike

resplendent of warmth which will pervade

the blinding fog of indifference

to see the one devoid of illusion, denial and pretense

that is me, Naked, Disrobed, Stripped