Like dry trees in winter, you look and think they are dead. Their branches are stark, lifeless silhouettes against the sky. Yet beneath the surface, hidden from view, life persists. My roots are firmly planted, not only because of those who helped me heal, nor those who will continue to heal me, but also because of my own strength to go on.

In the quiet depths of the earth, my roots draw sustenance and resilience. Each day, I gather strength from the unseen, from the memories of past support and the promise of future growth. It is a testament to the power within, a silent declaration that beneath the barren exterior, vitality endures.

I stand, unbroken and resolute, my essence nourished by the unseen forces that sustain me. Just as winter’s trees hold the promise of spring within their roots, so too does my heart hold the promise of renewal and the unwavering will to thrive. My strength is a beacon, guiding me through the seasons of life, steadfast and enduring. 🌳❤️

©️ Beatriz Esmer