She cries in the lyrics, pouring out her soul with every stroke of the pen. Her pain is etched into the lines, commas, and hyperboles, a beautiful tapestry woven from the tattered rags of her heart.

She finds solace in the words of others, but her own voice is lost in the chaos of her emotions. She blames the sky, the earth, and the thorns for her struggles, but deep down she knows that the only thing holding her back is herself.

She burns the manuals and rules that society has imposed upon her, rebelling against the constraints that threaten to suffocate her spirit. But in doing so, she loses her way, wandering alone in the darkness of her own fears.

She builds castles of dreams, hoping to find refuge in the tales of happy characters, even as she sheds tears for the pain that she cannot escape. She longs for forgiveness, but she cannot find the means to ask for it.

And yet, in the midst of her suffering, she finds hope. For she knows that the thorns that pierce her flesh are not a curse, but a blessing in disguise. They are the challenges that elevate her soul, the trials that make her stronger.

And so she continues to write, to pour out her heart and soul onto the page, knowing that her poetry is her salvation, her redemption, and her rebirth. For in the thorns that wound her, she finds the beauty of the flower, and in her pain, she finds the strength to rise above it all.

Copyright © Beatriz Esmer