Stripped. A poem by Meryn Oakwood

There is no more time for vanity
We are being stripped down to complete truth
We who had succumbed to the dark trick of surety, are now pushed into retreat and isolation
This where the real journey begins
No longer tied to a strict linear path,
we are meeting ourselves for the first time- it is gritty & uncomfortable
An “ undoing” is occurring
Layers are being peeled away
Tell me
What shape will you be wearing
on the other side of it all?