Love, I grow with my words till I feel comfortable enough to wear each and every word. I am still growing. We all are. I read everything, Urdu poems to Ghazals to African poetry to Latin American poetry, I try to read everything. It is such a rich and diverse earth, and I love soaking myself with different methods of storytelling. It works for me. As we experience life, we have to let the words in and allow it to do the job it is to do without restraint.

In the quiet moments of reflection, I find myself enveloped in the embrace of words. Each syllable, each phrase, becomes a part of me, a garment I wear with pride and comfort. My journey is one of perpetual growth, a testament to the ever-evolving nature of our existence. We are all on this path, each step a discovery, each word a revelation.

My heart beats in rhythm with the verses of Urdu poems, the soulful melodies of Ghazals, the vibrant narratives of African poetry, and the passionate expressions of Latin American poetry. I immerse myself in the rich tapestry of human experience, absorbing the diverse methods of storytelling that our world offers. It is a beautiful, boundless earth, and I revel in the opportunity to soak in its myriad voices.

As I navigate the complexities of life, I open myself to the power of words. I let them flow through me, unrestrained and free, allowing them to fulfill their purpose. In this dance of language and emotion, I find solace and strength. It is through this unbridled embrace of words that I continue to grow, to learn, and to understand the world and myself a little better each day.

© Beatriz Esmer