Inside every embrace lies a universe of unspoken words, a sanctuary where the heart finds solace. Each hug whispers the most beautiful sentiments, like a gentle breeze carrying the promise of presence: “I’m here.” It’s a silent assurance that, no matter the storm, you are not alone. In the warmth of an embrace, worries dissolve like morning mist, replaced by the comforting murmur of “do not worry.” It’s a reminder that the weight of the world can be shared, lightened by the simple act of holding on. Time itself seems to pause, allowing the embrace to echo the wisdom of … Continue reading The Language of Embrace

Later last night, as the world slumbered under a blanket of stars, I found myself alone with an atlas in my lap. The pages, worn and familiar, cradled the stories of countless lands and lives. I traced the contours of continents with gentle fingers, feeling the pulse of the earth beneath my touch. In the quiet of the night, I whispered to the atlas, “Where does it hurt?” The question hung in the air, fragile and tender. To my surprise, the atlas responded, its voice a soft murmur that echoed through the stillness. “Everywhere,” it sighed. “Everywhere, everywhere.” I felt … Continue reading Whispers of the Atlas

Minutes: Time did not pass in mere seconds but in breaths, each inhalation filling our lungs with something sweeter than air. It was an ephemeral essence, a delicate ethereal that vanished like the morning fog, leaving behind only the memory of its sweetness. Glances: Your eyes became my eyes, held within my own like a precious gem, one that only death could part from. We gazed into each other with fond anticipation, searching for something—anything—worth keeping for eternity, though we hadn’t a clue what that might be. Breath: In case my lungs ever failed, I found solace in knowing I … Continue reading Things We Stole (With No Intention of Returning)

I want you to succeed, dear soul. In every endeavor you undertake, in every act of love you extend to yourself and to others. I wish for you to be swift in forgiveness and gentle in judgment, to not be overly harsh on yourself when you stumble, nor on others when they falter. I know the weight of past disappointments, the scars left by those who have failed you. But perhaps, true success is not measured by solitary achievements, but by the grace with which you respond to life’s challenges, fostering mutual growth and understanding. At the end of each … Continue reading A Message of Encouragement

I keep thinking about all the things I love, from the warmth of people to the rhythmic ticking of clocks. It’s as if I want to gather everything I cherish, every word that has ever touched my soul, every moment that has peeled back the layers of my heart like an orange, leaving it exposed and vulnerable. I want to collect these fragments and weave them into a nest, a sanctuary I can call home. My mind races with thoughts of what I would add to this nest if I could. There are so many things: the taste of a … Continue reading A Nest of Love and Memory

In the stillness of the night, the air was thick with tension. The distant howls of dogs echoed through the trees, a haunting reminder of the relentless pursuit. Yet, she pressed on, her heart pounding with each step. The flickering torches cast eerie shadows, dancing like specters in the dark woods. Fear threatened to paralyze her, but she knew she couldn’t afford to stop. The shouts grew louder, a cacophony of desperation and determination. Every fiber of her being screamed to keep moving. She could almost taste the freedom that lay just beyond the horizon, a sweet promise that urged … Continue reading Relentless Pursuit of Freedom

…ma tu, tu sei terra.Non solo suolo, ma ventre antico che pulsa sotto il silenzio.Sei radice feroce, che rompe la pietra, che non chiede permesso.Affondi nel profondo, dove il tempo non ha nome,e lì respiri, lì resisti. Sei la terra che aspetta.Aspetti il passo giusto, la pioggia che non tradisce,il seme che osa fidarsi.Nel tuo silenzio c’è un grido,una promessa che non ha fretta. Tu non ti pieghi, tu generi.Ogni crepa è un invito, ogni attesa è un atto di fede.E chi ti calpesta, non sache cammina su un cuore che batte lento,ma batte forte. ❤️ ©️ Beatriz Esmer Continue reading Tu sei

You, who once believed yourself greater than destiny itself, and declared independence from your responsibilities.Who trusted in the compass of doubt and never questioned yourself.You, who once loved deeply, but avenged every pain.Who never knew how to turn your mistakes into anything but bitter medicine.You, who celebrated what was never meant to be celebrated.Who forgot that glory is a mantle woven by your words and deeds throughout History. You, once a sublime model of archangel and a faithful example of demon,never truly knew your own eyes — but today you challenge the mirror of your own conscience. Listen: there is … Continue reading There is still time

I carried many storms with me, each one a testament to the battles I have fought. I have washed myself ashore, a weary traveler finding solace in the embrace of the earth. I have been my tide, rising and falling with the rhythm of my heart, and my lighthouse, guiding myself through the darkest nights. Darling, this becoming me didn’t come easy. It was a journey fraught with pain and struggle, a metamorphosis born of fire and tears. I have let my demons play, giving them free rein to dance in the shadows of my mind. I have cursed God … Continue reading Celebrating Resilience and Strength

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 … Continue reading Words: A Journey of Growth