I am like this, a bit of a princess, a bit of a frog, a bit of a queen, a bit of a servant, slightly tired, always tense. People like me understand, understand a lot, they read themselves and read into others. Curled up within myself, I am fine; it’s with the world that I fight.

I tell myself stories, I give myself fairy tales. I like to smile, rarely, but from the heart. I suffer quietly and remain still, even though I carry all my emotional earthquakes within. I take a deep breath and say things I regret I take my heart in my hands and tell myself about myself. I might come across as crazy, they mistake me for an artist.

And when I realize I’m drowning, I curl up within myself and attempt to rise… I am Beatriz Esmer.

In this intricate dance of identities, I navigate the delicate balance between strength and vulnerability. Each role I play, each emotion I feel, shapes the mosaic of my existence. As I grapple with the world, I find solace in the stories I craft for myself, weaving narratives that shield me from the harshness of reality.

My smiles, though rare, are genuine, a testament to the moments of true joy I cherish. The silent battles I fight within are the crucibles that forge my resilience. Through every whispered regret and heartfelt confession, I discover new facets of my being, a constant evolution that defines my journey.

In moments of despair, when the weight of existence threatens to pull me under, I retreat into the sanctuary of my inner world. It is there, in the quiet depths of my soul, that I find the strength to rise again, to face the world with renewed determination and grace. For in the end, it is this unyielding spirit that sustains me, a beacon of hope that guides me through life’s tumultuous seas. ❤️

© Beatriz Esmer