I keep hearing the words about being authentic;
to be true to ourselves and those around us,
it needs me; truth beckons like the pied piper's compelling tone, and I cannot resist following the note.

It means transparency, and if I leave anything behind to those memories that are so fleeting and transient,
unless, somehow, out of my existence, there is some expression that has meaning for others; I am just a whisper in the wind.

I want to find some way to connect to their humanity and show my wares off in my storefront, something beyond the world's perfection, whom I want to think well of me and yet be faithful to the things in the dark recesses of my being.

I no longer fear those things; I have embraced them. Something makes me who and what I can be and will be because I am finally at peace.