In the cavern of my chest, a crimson sentinel stands guard—a heart forged from elastic steel. It beats with unwavering courage, defying the tempests that rage within my mind. Each pulse, a testament to resilience, a rebellion against chaos. Magnificent, indeed.

But what of the thing in my head? That intricate machinery of neurons and synapses, where thoughts collide like celestial bodies in cosmic dance. It, too, possesses its own kind of bravery—the quiet valor of understanding, the audacity to question, and the vulnerability to feel.

The red thing in my chest and the thing in my head—they converse in secret languages. The heart whispers of love, of longing, of the ache that accompanies existence. The mind counters with reason, logic, and the ceaseless pursuit of meaning. Together, they form an alliance—an unbreakable bond that sustains me through the labyrinth of life.

And so, I navigate this world with my dual guardians: the heart, steadfast and rhythmic, and the mind, ever curious and analytical. They spar, they harmonize, they seek equilibrium. When disaster strikes—a storm of grief, a landslide of doubt—the heart pumps harder, urging me forward. The mind calculates probabilities, devises strategies, and charts a course.

Magnificent is their dance—the red thing and the thing in my head. They are not adversaries; they are collaborators. In their union, I find strength. In their dissonance, I discover growth. And when the weight of existence threatens to crush me, they hold me upright, a bridge between vulnerability and resilience.

So, I embrace them both—the brave heart and the relentless mind. For they are not mere organs; they are the architects of my story. And as long as they beat and think, I am alive—a symphony of courage, woven from threads of crimson and thought. ♥️🌻🙏🏾

©️ Beatriz Esmer