When longing no longer found solace in waiting, farewell whispered its silent departure. My body, once a vessel of vibrant life, now stood empty, a hollow shell devoid of its Soul. In this void, I poured my loneliness into words, each syllable a fragment of my solitude.

I became an urgent poet, driven by the pain that time had bestowed upon me. Every moment of suffering transformed into verses, each line a testament to the ache that had become my constant companion. Through this pain, I found my voice, a voice that spoke of longing, loss, and the relentless passage of time.

In the quiet of my solitude, I discovered the power of words to heal, to express the depths of my sorrow, and to connect with the silent echoes of others’ hearts. Thus, I embraced my role as a poet, not by choice, but by the necessity of my pain.

©️ Beatriz Esmer