I am a collective of souls. I am all their hopes, all their dreams. I am both their greatest disappointment and most cherished possession. I am everyone and everything. Or at least it used to feel as if I had to be.

I am. Whatever that means. Whatever that is. I don’t know.

Once I was a daughter. Once I was a friend. Maybe even an enemy. Once I was a lover. Once I was comfort. Once I was anger. Once I was an inspiration. Once I was nothing. Once I was all. And now I am. I am less and I am more.

And who am I?

Oh, I am so many. I am everyone’s projections of feelings and dreams. I am an illusion, a mirage. I am no more than a good looking magic trick. I am smoke and mirrors. I am whatever it is they need me to be. And to me I just am. To me, I am enough, whatever it is that I am… a fool, a poetess, a simple human being…❤

©️ Beatriz Esmer