I am naked.
Free of the fabric of culture
Bare before the truth
Bereft of reason
Alone in the dark
Stripped of sense
unclad
buck
Unmasked
au naturel
exposed
buff
unsheathed
naked
justice disrobed
a nude silhouette
unclothed of any pretenses
raw meat undressed
skin adorned
birthday suited
cloth shorn
unthreaded
inborn
open
unhidden
skin sight
discovered
transparent
vulnerable
unearthed
denuded
naked
I am.
In the gaze of the other 
You are so fine. Thank you. May I find the courage that graces your life.
Hey, thank YOU. You do not give yourself acknowledgement for your lucid, fluid stream of though. Write. Be. Do.
Thanks, I needed that. “Write. Be. Do.” Yes, yes. I am so stymied, my friend.
Have you tried to do times free wri to ng where you write continously without stopping until a timer goes off? Sometimes it helps to get something going. I get those dry spells too.