In the beginning, there was silence—an aching stillness that hung heavy in the air. The world waited, cloaked in shadow, yearning for something to stir it awake. And then, I arrived.

I am the color of fire.

Born of breath and spark, I rise tall and unyielding. Feed me your hopes, your fears, your quiet dreams, and I will blaze for you. I will wrap you in warmth when the night grows cold and whisper light into the corners where darkness dares to linger. I do not flicker in the face of shadow—I consume it, transform it, make it dance. Those who dwell near me need not fear the unknown, for I am the beacon that guides, the hearth that comforts, the fury that protects.

I am the color of blood.

I pulse with the rhythm of life itself. Not merely oxygen, but something deeper—words, meaning, connection. I flow through you, not in veins, but in verses. I am the ink of your soul, the poetry of your existence. I do not just sustain—I awaken. I touch hearts not with pressure, but with purpose. I am the quiet strength behind your voice, the surge of emotion that makes you tremble, the force that makes you rise.

Who am I, you ask?

I am passion.
I am creation.
I am the fire that warms and the blood that binds.
I am the spirit that burns in every story, every song, every heartbeat.
I am the essence of what it means to feel deeply and live fully.

And if you dare to know me, truly know me—
You will never walk in darkness again.

©️Beatriz Esmer