Anyone takes off their clothes,
in an act of skin and warmth,
but stripping the soul is another story,
a journey inside that demands courage.
Thoughts are labyrinths,
navigating them, a rough sea,
recounting the past, a weight of the wind,
stories that time has left behind.
Spreading fears like wings in the sun,
to show the scars, to open the padlock,
it's not easy, my love, to spread your heart,
to the one who still doesn't know what you've kept.
Clothes are a cloak, a fleeting armour,
but the soul is exposed, in its abrupt truth,
and not just anyone can be taught
the beauty that is sought in pain.
