Naked

I stand here naked, 

not of clothes

But of all defenses

Because I have decided 

To let words rings true to their value.

You were listening for a while

And then your voice rang like a bell

In resonance with the loudest timpani

Till the walls let the sound sink into them

And the floor, and there was no ceiling

( anymore).

But then what happened to us?

Have we dissolved in fear or indifference,

Have we become transparent to lies

Allowing them to pass through?

Untouched are our bodies you think

Wrapped in protective feathers of faith?

Will we stand naked all over again?

This time in shame, because

The emperor’s clothes, as it turns out,

were too thin to be true .