Beneath my skin lies a treasure trove of stories, a tapestry woven with the threads of my existence. I am the coursing rivers of blood, the resilient flesh, and the sturdy bones that carry me through life’s journey. I am the weight of regret, the haunting whispers of “what ifs,” and the unwavering beacon of hope that guides me forward.

I am the silver-tongued poet, weaving words into melodies that dance upon the air, and I am the heart of gold, brimming with compassion and empathy. I am the delicate paper, bearing the imprints of my experiences, the flowing water shaping and reshaping my essence, and the unyielding stone, standing firm amidst the tempests of life.

Beneath my skin, I am a symphony of contradictions, a beautiful disaster etched with the deep scars of love. I am the tumultuous storms and the tranquil seas, the crashing waves, and the gentle ripples, all held together by the profound embrace of love.

I am a treasure, a mosaic of light and shadow, of joy and sorrow, of triumphs and tribulations. And within this treasure, I am held by the deep, abiding love that weaves through every fiber of my being, illuminating the depths of my soul.

© Beatriz Esmer