In the word, I become docile, I chew life politely, I heal. In the word, I tie the memory, I wrestle with sadness, and every other day, I consecrate myself a survivor.

In the quietude of words, I find the softness that shapes me. Each syllable is a piece of life that I chew carefully, savoring the lessons it brings. Through them, my wounds close, healing slowly, as if each letter were a stitch.

Words are the ropes I use to tie my memories, keeping them close but under control. With them, I face sadness, turning it into a battle I fight with courage and determination. And so, day after day, I consecrate myself a survivor, someone who, despite adversities, finds strength and renewal in the art of expression.

Each word is a testament to my journey, a reflection of my resilience. And in this act of writing, of giving shape to my thoughts and feelings, I find the peace and strength to continue. 🙏🏾❤️

©️Beatriz Esmer