Sometimes life just strips you bare
With cruel words or thoughtless actions
The barren ache of a lover’s “don’t care”
The flaying words of heightened passions.
Sometimes life just leaves you huddling
Turning your back on life and light
Hugging to yourself the sorely troubling
Anguish of your lonely plight.
Sometimes life sends you nights spent alone
Fighting the nightmares with hands cut raw
Staring into darkness as blank as bone
As your thoughts obsessively worsen the sore.
Sometimes life, like some mystic rite
Demands that you strip yourself totally bare
And face the darkness of your inner night
To discover the limits of what you can bear.
Sometimes life, through suffering, shows you
That nude can be both strong and frail
As, through exposure, your courage grows, you
Learn naked warriors can still prevail.