The Attic Poem by Sean Riley

Buried deep beneath dust and cobwebs
lies chests of forgotten memories.
On this long path that we travel,
through all the detours and side steps,
we find it necessary to cover our tracks
or retell a story of our past.
It is human nature to elaborate a portrait or yourself
but the true image of yourself remains
in the reflection of the mirror.
Experience is the author of our constitution
and shapes our personality.
To omit any piece or submerge any part
leaves yourself incomplete
and living in complete illusion.
We should reveal these hidden memories,
these stored experiences,
or no one will ever know you
and you'll just be playing a part,
and, which part, you'll never know.