What's in a Name?

 My name "Paz" means peace in Spanish and its foreign sound is strange to me, almost alien.  Even then, knowing what it means should prompt me to pause - what attributes do I possess that speak to this name?  Quiet serenity does not clothe me as the turmoil within masks my external visage.  I feel like a fraudster claiming to be something I am not.  Yet, it pulls me like a moth to a flickering flame in this never ending dance of seduction.  I love my name.

It is the greeting that draws people to embrace calm and tranquility.  It halts all doubts and casts out fears.  It makes the heart sing.  It quiets the soul.  "Peace be with you."  It is magical.  It is like the curtain in the clouds after a storm's passing beckoning the sun to peep through its mist.  It is a warm embrace after the torrent of tears begin to dry up.  It is a small grain of hope that wells up to fill the void.  It is the piercing sword that does not draw blood but injects joy through hearts aching for consolation.  It is my name.