In the chaotic center of my being, I hold a world unseen. It’s a tangle of thoughts, full of light and shadow, a duality that dances in silence. Yet, when I stand before you, I unfold only the brightest fragments, the simplest joys, and the gentlest whispers of my spirit. These I lay in your hands—feathers of my essence, light enough not to burden your soul, warm enough to be held with care.

I do not speak of the storms that rage within, the torrents of doubt that erode the shores of certainty. For you, I reserve the calm after the tempest, the serene horizon where sunsets paint promises of peace. I offer you the laughter that bubbles from the wellspring of my heart, the patience born of enduring the ebb and flow of countless moons.

In the gallery of my life, I keep the darker canvases veiled, the portraits of my crises and the landscapes of my longing to vanish into the ether. These I guard, not for fear of your gaze, but to spare you the weight of my world. Yet, sometimes, I may whisper of my melancholy, a soft plea for the tender touch of empathy.

Know that my humor, my forbearance, are gifts not lightly given. They are pearls strung from the depths of my resilience, a testament to a spirit that chooses to rise above the tides of turmoil. In this exchange, I seek not to deceive but to celebrate the light we both can share, the simple connection that binds us in our shared humanity.

© Beatriz Esmer