Please be gentle with me. I carry the anger of fallen angels, carefully tucked away behind the memories I’d rather forget. My silence mirrors the calm before a hurricane, and today, I feel like a category 4 storm brewing within.

If you’re reckless, take heed: I am a red button, accidentally pressed, morphing into a nuclear war. But beneath this tempest lies fragility—a delicate existence akin to coffee stains on a cherished wooden table, stubbornly refusing to fade away.

So, when you touch my soul, be soft, be tame, be tender. For I am everything or nothing—a fragile human being navigating the storms within. 🙏🏾♥️

©️ Beatriz Esmer