Before I churned words onto poems, I felt I was bursting with something that dared me to do things. Things that elevated, things that split me open at the core, things that touched my inner fire so that I could inhabit myself for a small time without the ache for something more.

Finally, my fingers found the page, and it was only then that I learned this: bliss isn’t found in the escape. It’s instead, in the entering, the embracing, and the embodying. Some go their entire lives as strangers to themselves. Be sure to learn the keys to your own being so you won’t become one of them… ❤

© Beatriz Esmer