Alone at last

Alone at last

A Poem by T

alone at last

She stripps off her clothes
removing her costume
alone without armour
true to herself

And who would know her
few that had seen
none that would tell
a mystery unveiled

No mirror revealing
no ones opinion
no other cast off
no desire or shame

one alone standing
existing in silence
worries removed
with the drop of her clothes


© 2009 T

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I love the way your seemingly simple, slightly elusive message contains some deep dives that are somewhat hidden. For example “costume” could mean dressing up like a clown or slipping into the typical garb that ladies feel a need to don for the romance game. Also, “getting naked” could be the beginning of a romantic interlude or it could be the process of getting to know one’s own truth in a solitary situation. To me, nudity is freedom & considering the title you’ve chosen, I feel your own impressions could be similar (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

Posted 5 Years Ago

Wonderful , finally real , no masks , best feeling
Love your words

Posted 13 Years Ago

A profound write indeed, Wearing clothes sometimes
equates to wearing a suit of armor beneath them we
feel protected, without them we become shy and
unsure. At least this is what I get from this write...
Nicely done..

Posted 13 Years Ago

Very nice Theresa. I get the point and the vision as son as I read it.

Posted 14 Years Ago

Kind of like taking off the mask we wear for others to see. Nicely done. Kudos.

Posted 14 Years Ago

1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I like the way this poem strips off much more than clothes. It alludes to self examination without restriction as an artist would paint a self portrait and try to reveal their soul and character. We are all naked beneath garments which cover the essence of our motives. Very nice.

Posted 14 Years Ago

1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

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Added on October 1, 2009
Last Updated on October 1, 2009




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