I am returning to my natural state.
Not a retreat, but a reclamation.
The world once taught me to be stone—
to build mountains inside myself,
fortresses of silence, peaks of resilience.
But stone is not my truth.
I am a water woman.

I remember now.
I remember the way I used to flow—
unapologetically, endlessly,
carving paths through the impossible,
dancing with the moon,
whispering to the tides.

These mountains inside me are crumbling.
Not in destruction, but in grace.
Each boulder that falls
makes room for rivers to run again.
I am softening…
and in that softness, I am becoming.

Becoming the woman who listens to the rain
and hears her own heartbeat.
Becoming the woman who lets go
without fear of drowning.
Becoming the woman who knows
that water always finds its way.

I am returning.
To the shimmer, to the surge,
to the sacred rhythm of my own soul.
I am a water woman.
And I am home. ❤️

©️ Beatriz Esmer