To many, poetry is a kaleidoscope of emotions and perceptions: beautiful, heartwarming, thought-provoking, mind-blowing, lovely, breathtaking. For some, it demands a pause, urging them to “take a step back and reflect for a minute.” But to me, poetry is something far more intimate and raw. It is the bleeding out of my soul, a torrent of feelings and thoughts spilling onto any surface willing to hold my words, even if just for a fleeting moment.

Each poem is a fragment of my essence, a snapshot of my inner world laid bare. It is not crafted with the intention to impress or to provoke thought, but rather as a necessity, a cathartic release of everything I hold within. These words are my refuge, my solace, a place where I can find respite from the turbulence of existence.

In the quiet moments, when the world feels overwhelming and my heart is heavy, I turn to poetry. It is in these lines that I find myself, my fears and hopes, my dreams and sorrows. The act of writing becomes a communion with my own spirit, an exploration of the depths of my being.

Poetry is my way of making sense of the chaos, of finding beauty in the pain and meaning in the mundane. It is a reminder that even in the darkest times, there is something profoundly human in the act of creation. My words may be temporary, their existence fragile, but in the moments they are written, they are everything.

So, poetry is not just a collection of beautiful phrases. For some of us, it is the very lifeblood of our existence, the purest expression of who we are. And in that, there is a beauty that transcends words, a truth that resonates within the deepest parts of our soul. 🙏🏾❤️

©️ Beatriz Esmer