where the writers are
Writing Naked
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Soul laid bare
Writing naked, no holds barred

Morning sun gently caresses
Hidden nooks and dim crevices
Brightens, intensifies
The further down the path I go

Pushing to the edge
Of the mighty river's gorge
Nervous on the approach
To the magnificent cliff

There at last
Out on a limb
Dangling feet
Into open space

Rejoicing, floating
Weightless in a liquid pool
Nearly nude
Swaddled in warm comfort

Intensity released
Balance restored
The effortless way
Reveals me