There are days when I don’t choose to fight forever. Instead, I turn the pillow to its cool side, surrendering to anonymity—the gray, painless void. But then, like a whispered echo, memories stir. Commitments etched into my soul, faces of those I love, their laughter and tears—they weave themselves into my consciousness. And in that delicate balance, I find resolve.

“Today,” I tell myself, “they are still here.” The weight of their presence becomes my armor. Each sunrise, each heartbeat, a testament to resilience. I am a warrior, not with swords or shields, but with the quiet strength of persistence. A mantra forms within me: “Even today, I’m still here.”
Life’s battles may ebb and flow, but the fight endures. It’s etched into the marrow of existence—a timeless truth. So, I rise, not with fury, but with quiet determination. For in this fragile dance between surrender and resolve, I discover that it is always time to fight—for love, for purpose, for the fragile beauty of being alive. 🙏🏾❤️

©️Beatriz Esmer