In the stillness of twilight, as the last tendrils of day surrendered to the night, I fell to my knees. Before me, the sky stretched vast and honest, a mirror of my soul’s naked yearnings. Truth, in its luminous splendor, bore a crown of light so piercing it tore at my skin, leaving my very essence exposed. Yet, in its fierce embrace, it commanded me to rise.

Slowly, ever so slowly, I heeded its call. As I stood, the cool breath of dusk filled my lungs, grounding me in the moment. Above, the clouds seemed to cradle the sky, their gentle caress a balm to my weary spine. These clouds, soft and ethereal, bore silent witness to my rebirth.

My boots, worn and scarred from countless journeys, remained steadfast. Though marked by the passage of time and experience, they were still resolved to carry me forward. Another day, another night, with dreams anew. Each step, a testament to resilience; each breath, a promise of hope.

In that sacred space between dusk and dawn, I found the strength to dream again. And in dreaming, I discovered the boundless possibilities that lay ahead. ❤️🙏🏾

©️ Beatriz Esmer