To many, poetry is a kaleidoscope of emotions and perceptions: beautiful, heartwarming, thought-provoking, mind-blowing, lovely, breathtaking. For some, it demands a pause, urging them to “take a step back and reflect for a minute.” But to me, poetry is something far more intimate and raw. It is the bleeding out of my soul, a torrent of feelings and thoughts spilling onto any surface willing to hold my words, even if just for a fleeting moment. Each poem is a fragment of my essence, a snapshot of my inner world laid bare. It is not crafted with the intention to impress … Continue reading Poetry

I move through this world like a feather trembling in the wind—delicate, easily undone, yet carrying its own quiet grace. I am no more than ink pressed into paper, a fleeting trace of existence, resisting the weight of its own shadow. And still, I know: strength is not born of force, but of gentleness. It lives in the lightest touch, in the subtle art of shifting, in the beauty of yielding and responding. The world’s textures have carved their roughness into me, gravel lodged deep within my being. Yet I am learning to welcome the creak of my mind’s hinges, … Continue reading Fragile

In her gentle words, I found a profound truth. It isn’t always the grand achievements or celebrated skills that define our worth. Sometimes, it’s the quiet resilience, the strength to keep moving forward when the world feels heavy and hope seems distant. Surviving, enduring, and continuing to find beauty in each day—that itself is a remarkable talent. Her affirmation was a reminder that my existence, my persistence, is a testament to an inner strength that often goes unnoticed. In every breath and every step, there is a silent victory, a quiet triumph over adversity. Survival is not just an act; … Continue reading I once confided in her that I wasn’t good at anything. She looked at me with eyes full of understanding and said, “Survival is a talent.”

Life is a journey, and you are its guide. Choose happiness because you deserve it. ❤️✨ ©️ Beatriz Esmer Continue reading When sadness embraces you, remember gentle steps to guide your heart back to light:

I was born shattered, missing pieces that would make me whole. I kept getting cuts from the cracks in my soul, and my heart bore scars with the patterns of its missing edges. Every time I tried to move forward, I unintentionally hurt myself. Until the day I helped mend a broken heart. I tore out a piece of my shattered heart and used it to seal their broken parts. In filling the void in someone else’s heart, I felt somehow complete. I made a vow that I would always place a shard of myself in fixing someone’s broken pieces. … Continue reading Missing

Within the chambers of my soul, a symphony of voices echoes through the corridors of my being. Some speak in whispers of love, while others roar with anger. Some remain in silent contemplation, while bitterness lingers in the shadows. Wisdom and voiceless echoes also dwell within me, creating a cacophony of existence. It’s a struggle, an ongoing battle where each moment becomes a conquest for a different persona, claiming dominion over my thoughts and actions. In this mosaic of personas, I often find myself embodying them all, becoming a kaleidoscope of identities. It’s in those moments that I am closest … Continue reading There are people living inside of me

When I love, I surrender my heart completely, devouring it with a fervor that consumes my very being. In the same breath, I find myself entangled in the paradox of emotions, where love and hate intertwine, and adoration and disdain coexist within the chambers of my soul. In the depths of my love, I am consumed by a passion that knows no bounds, a fire that burns with an intensity that cannot be quenched. Yet, within this inferno, there lies a tempest of conflicting emotions, where love and hate dance a delicate waltz, and adoration and disdain share the same … Continue reading Duality

I was born from illusion, where reality and fantasy merge in an endless ebb and flow. I am woven by history, a believer in the narratives that have shaped my existence. I lose myself in books, seeking solace in boundless worlds. Each chapter is a gift of new beginnings, yet it carries the weight of farewells and regrets. I am the child of nostalgia, where memories intertwine with emotions that gently pull at the strings of my heart. I know the endless waits, the echoes of longing that wander through the corridors of the soul. Amid this illusion, I walk … Continue reading My Foolish Heart (translated version)

La vita non t’insegna ad essere forte, te lo impone. E non gliene fotte un cazzo se hai studiato e imparato, ti interroga ogni santo giorno. La vita è un maestro severo, che non concede tregua né indulgenza. Ogni giorno ci mette alla prova, ci sfida a trovare la forza dentro di noi, a resistere alle tempeste che ci travolgono. Non importa quanto abbiamo studiato o quanto abbiamo imparato, la vita ci pone sempre nuove domande, ci costringe a confrontarci con l’ignoto, con l’imprevisto. In questo incessante interrogatorio, scopriamo la nostra vera essenza. La forza non è qualcosa che si … Continue reading Maestri

Today I write to thank you — not for the achievements, nor for the sunny days, but for the silent cleansings you perform in my soul. Thank you for freeing me, whether with gentleness or with storm, from those who do not deserve my affections. You know, for a long time I gave too much. I scattered affection like someone casting seeds to the wind, hoping that one might bloom. But not every soil is fertile, and not every heart knows how to welcome. I have learned that affection is precious, and it should not be given to those who … Continue reading Dear Life,