Happy Abril! Within the quiet walls of my hermitage, I find solace. Every wind that brushes against my window, every delicate flower that blooms in my garden, they all whisper poetry to my soul.

Love, once a warm flame, has transformed into a bittersweet ache. Another love, lost to the relentless march of time, lingers like a fading melody. No one else resides here—only the echoes of memories and the shadows of what was.

The walls of my mind, sturdy and unyielding, insist that happiness lies within these familiar confines. They tell me love is not essential for survival, that solitude can be its own kind of sanctuary.

Yet doubt wraps around my heart, a vine that refuses to release its grip. My quest for self-discovery pulls me toward the threshold. What awaits me beyond these walls? Is it an endless night, stretching into eternity? Or perhaps, just perhaps, a dawn that promises something more?

If only I could leave my mind behind, step into the unknown, and embrace the whispers of Abril.

Copyright © Beatriz Esmer