Desnuda

Upon the cross, her form laid bare, A figure bold in open air.
Her body, quiet, soft, yet strong, Tells a story, ancient, long.
The world may gaze and judge the scene, But here she stands, serene, serene.
No shame, no fear
A truth beyond the world’s disguise.
Her nakedness, not one of sin, But of freedom rising from within.
A canvas of both pain and grace, On the cross, she finds her place.