In the quiet of the night, I’ve tried to adjust my eyes, to push the pain away to aside. I’ve sought to grasp the fleeting moments, to hold my breath in a refrain, or a sigh, but sometimes the only way to gain, is to hide.

Like a solitary dancer in the moon’s soft glow, I’ve spun and twirled, hoping to escape the ache that lingers in the corners of my soul. I’ve painted my sorrows with the colors of dusk, hoping to blend them into the fading light, to become invisible, to be free from the weight that pulls me down.

I’ve sought refuge in the embrace of shadows, where whispers are lost in the night’s gentle murmur. There, I’ve found solace in the quiet echoes of my heart, where the world’s clamor fades into a distant melody, and the burdens of the day are gently set aside.

But in the stillness, I’ve learned that sometimes, the only way to heal is to retreat, to let the silence weave its soothing magic, and to find strength in the sanctuary of solitude. For in the hidden places, where the heart finds its sanctuary, there lies the courage to face the world once more, to emerge from the shelter of darkness, and to embrace the light with renewed hope.

Copyright © Beatriz Esmer