I am a canvas painted with myriad emotions; a tapestry woven with the threads of my own existence. I have learned to craft internal landscapes, where the brushstrokes of my thoughts create intricate patterns, and the words of my own literature dance across the pages of my soul.

Sometimes, I find myself in need of water, my inner sea parched and longing. I wander through my arid landscape, feeling the scorching heat of hot winds and the emptiness that seems to stretch endlessly. It is in these moments that my weary feet stumble upon the rugged terrain, and my soul yearns for nourishment. It is in these moments that I must use my tears to sow the seeds of hope, to cultivate the flowers of resilience.

In these times of desolation, when nothing but uncertainty lies ahead, I am called to be a lone traveler. I tread the path that seems inexplicable, where each step is a test of endurance, and yet, it is in this solitude that I discover the strength within me. I am the lone traveler, charting a course through the wilderness of my own emotions, finding solace in the quiet echoes of my own heart.

And as I traverse this uncharted territory, I am reminded that within the depths of my soul, I carry the seeds of resilience, the blossoms of hope, and the unwavering spirit of a lone traveler.

© Beatriz Esmer