Naked, Quizzical Me

I AM NAKED.

Naked

and

afraid

of my own freedom

Naked when I begin to move

from my fixated place

that I am exposed

Understanding life?

Afraid I don't.

Not all of it, anyway.

But, more than I used to.

My inhibitions keep my training wings

too heavy to fly

So I sit..grounded,

always still learning,

amidst pastel flowers filled with dew

Waiting for the sun

to shine down on me.

Naked to so many fractional ideas

and half-appeals.

No real understanding

No in depth 'let me explain' this to you

so you'll know.

Afraid when I hear the 'real deal',

I will not want to accept it

I am naked to my fears

Nothing really liberates me anymore

Afraid my eyes deceive me

Afraid no one will believe me

when I tell them what I really see.

Afraid my ears ain't clean....

and I need to oil 'this machine'

Listening to stuff.

Good stuff and bad stuff.

Don't know what it rightly means.

Are they just voices,

or choices

that aaaalll whisper

something different.

Some do.

Some don't.

Some will.

Some won't.

(laughing)

Now how am I supposed to know

which way to go..

when there are three signs

right here in front of me.

My past.

My present.

My future.

The most I can say at any one time

is that I am on the move.

I don't have what I think I need

to get me where I'm going..

but I'm going.

I'm going, yall...

Do I have what I need?

Nope. lol

Sometimes, though, you have to go on faith.

And what is faith?

The substance of things hoped for

and the evidence

of things not seen.

If I am propelled to go forward,

I have to trust

that whatever I need will be there.

I look up when I say that..

reminding Dad that

'I hear ya"

If you believe like I believe

grab a hold of this tether

 

and come on go with me.

jakuper(repost)