In the sorority of naked poetry,
Where words are shedding their layers,
Emotions are free and uncensored,
raw and untamed.

Bleeding lines of pain,
stanzas whisper secrets,
verses scream with longing,
And with loss, silence echoes.

Every word is a wound,
Each pauses a scar,
The poet's soul had been stripped bare,
I'm exposed to the universe.

There are no masks, no pretenses,
It's just the essence of being,
The tangle of humanity,
Woven into verse's tapestry.

In this sacred place, vulnerability is strength,
And the currency is truth,
That's what binds us all together.
Let's just write without fear, then.

Talk freely, without shame,
In the sorority of naked poetry,
Where our primal emotions reign supreme.
© Simrans