The Quest for Authenticity

In the shadowed depths of self, I seek,
A quest for truth, a journey bleak.
Amidst the noise, the masks we wear,
I yearn to find my essence bare.

Through mists of doubt and veils of fear,
I wander forth, my path unclear.
In a world of echoes, hollow and vast,
I seek the real, I shed the past.

The quest for authenticity, a daunting call,
To stand alone, to brave the fall.
Away from whispers, away from lies,
I seek the light beneath disguise.

In solitude’s embrace, I find my voice,
A quiet strength, a solemn choice.
To strip away the layers, to shed the skin,
To embrace the truth that lies within.

No more the shadows, no more the guise,
I meet myself with open eyes.
In the rawness of being, in the silence profound,
Authenticity, a treasure found.

Though storms may rage and darkness looms,
I stand unshaken, amid the gloom.
For in the depths of my own soul’s flight,
I find the beacon, burning bright.

The quest for authenticity, a journey divine,
To know oneself, to truly shine.
In the dance of existence, in the ebb and flow,
I find the truth, and onward I go.