We are shrouded in clothes that weigh us down,
That make us ashamed of our nakedness,
Our neediness, our innocence.
We are shackled by them.
We blame each other for these constructs,
And use them against each other at times, like now.
Who else sees us as we are?
Those who would empower us against each other,
Know not what they do.
So I forgive them.
I forgive you.
I forgive me.
I set us all free.
I am shaking off all the yokes.
I am losing the comfort of my own righteousness.
I am stepping into waters unknown,
To be cleansed,
To be naked again,
To be reborn.
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