It was time to undress.

For the first time,
It felt liberating.

The vulnerability, suppressed.
The fragility, hardened.
The questions, unanswered yet cleared.
The doubts, unclear yet answered.

Being called a morbid,
It was horrid.
She took it to heart,
And wept it apart.

Rejected twice for asking time.
Lesson learnt, it was prime time.
The ground moved, but didn’t break.
Understood gaslight, it sure was lit!

If he didn’t bother,
She at least matured.
The monk like calmness.
Came after the squall.

As much as needs were needs.
As long as the memories were glee.
Wants, unmet.
Needs, unaddressed.

It was time to undress,
The cuts on the skin.
It was time to unshackle,
The chains of the jailed mind.

It did snap the breathing space.
But for the first time,
It felt liberating.

-uk

Originally published at https://medium.com on March 7, 2021.