We all have fears.
You may fear nakedness.
Some may call them irrational; some may call them illogical.
You may fear being stripped of your clothing.
Call them what you will, but that doesn’t make them any less or any more.
You may fear seeing the expression on the other’s face.
They are still there.
You may fear letting yourself be scrutinized.
Like a stain that will not wash out.
You may fear hearing the thoughts they are thinking.
They are still buried beneath the surface of your calm, cool exterior.
You may fear standing there in all your glory.
Like a splinter embedded deep.
You may fear having no glory to bare.
They are still sharp enough to pierce your confidence.
You may fear showing the real you.
Like a thumbtack pinning grievances to your soul.
We all fear who we really are.