If I write what I feel, it’s to reduce this chaos, this anxiety within me… Each sentence, a breath—steadying the pulse of a restless heart.I write not to impress, but to survive.To turn the noise into music, the ache into art.Because somewhere between ink and emotion,I find fragments of peace.And maybe, just maybe,someone else will read these linesand feel a little less alone. 🙏🏾❤️ ©️ Beatriz Esmer Continue reading Writing

Love arrived like a famished traveler, ravenous and insatiable. It devoured the very essence of my existence, leaving behind an empty plate where once my identity lay.First, it feasted on my name—the syllables that defined me. Love chewed through each letter, savoring the taste of vowels and consonants. My birth certificate crumbled under its hunger, and my genealogy dissolved into forgotten whispers.Business cards, meticulously printed with titles and affiliations, vanished into its voracious maw. Love cared not for credentials; it preferred the raw flavor of authenticity.The papers where I wrote my name—scribbled notes, letters, and diary entries—all became its midnight … Continue reading Love’s Feast

They walk among us, cloaked not in uniforms or flags, but in the quiet conviction that cruelty is justified when wrapped in legality. They speak of borders and laws, of order and safety, but beneath their rhetoric lies the same cold impulse that once led others to knock on doors and whisper names to authorities. The same impulse that turned neighbors into informants, that hunted the desperate through forests and fields, that watched suffering unfold and called it justice. Today, they chase the undocumented — not with chains, but with paperwork, raids, and threats. They do not see families, only … Continue reading Faces of Fear: The Anatomy of Cruelty

“Yes, I deserve a spring—I owe nobody nothing.” Those words echoed through me like a quiet revolution. Winter had been long. Not just in weather, but in spirit. I had trudged through its bitter winds of doubt, its icy silence of self-reproach. Nights blurred into each other, heavy with the weight of expectations I never asked for. I wore guilt like a second skin, stitched together by obligations that weren’t mine to fulfill. But seasons shift. And so did I. Spring didn’t arrive with fanfare—it crept in softly. A sliver of light on the horizon. A whisper of warmth in … Continue reading Spring’s Renewal: A Chronicle of Becoming

“…but my dear,” he said, voice trembling with reverence, “you are not a story.” You are not a chapter tucked between pages, waiting to be turned by idle hands seeking comfort. You are not a plotline crafted to soothe the weary, nor a fantasy conjured to distract from the ache of living. You are not a metaphor for hope, nor a parable of triumph. You are not a lullaby whispered to restless souls. You are the storm that breaks the silence. You are the wind that howls through the hollows of complacency, the lightning that splits the sky with truth. … Continue reading Painfully Real

Donald Trump behaves as though he were the planet’s supreme leader, expecting nations to bow to his will. But who does he think he is? A man whose intellect falls below the average, a charlatan propped up by relentless self-marketing. A quick search reveals the truth: his business ventures have consistently collapsed—every single one. They were façades, not foundations. Yet somehow, this image of power persists. And it’s not just about Trump. It’s about the system that allows such figures to rise and dominate global narratives. It’s about the American citizen who rarely questions how their government’s actions reverberate beyond … Continue reading The Illusion of Supremacy: How American Indifference Fuels Global Injustice

Before you left, you asked if there was anything else I wanted to tell you. I quietly said no, because unedited voices can rarely be remembered wholly. In that fleeting moment, the cosmos seemed to pause, as if the stars themselves held their breath. My heart, a delicate watercolor painting, bled hues of longing and regret. Each unspoken word was a daisy petal, drifting into the vast expanse of the universe, lost among the constellations. The silence between us was a symphony of what-ifs and could-have-beens, echoing through the corridors of time. I wished to tell you that my soul … Continue reading Silent Echoes

It’s been a hard journey. Since I was a baby girl, I didn’t understand anything about life—but I could feel it. Years and years of deep difficulty: no food, no basic things to survive. I don’t know how I found the strength to fight, but I did. And now, here I am, almost 62 years old. I have no answers, no explanations for life. I have simply lived. In the quiet moments between heartbeats, I find solace. Life unfurls before me like a cherished manuscript—each page inked with memories and dreams. The years have etched wisdom (and a touch of … Continue reading Embracing Life Beyond 60

In the cavern of my chest, a crimson sentinel stands guard—a heart forged from elastic steel. It beats with unwavering courage, defying the tempests that rage within my mind. Each pulse, a testament to resilience, a rebellion against chaos. Magnificent, indeed. But what of the thing in my head? That intricate machinery of neurons and synapses, where thoughts collide like celestial bodies in cosmic dance. It, too, possesses its own kind of bravery—the quiet valor of understanding, the audacity to question, and the vulnerability to feel. The red thing in my chest and the thing in my head—they converse in … Continue reading Resilience Unbound

True joy isn’t found in the promises of the outside world, but in the reunion with who you are within.Don’t lose yourself in others’ expectations, nor try to fit into molds that were never made for you.Your essence is sacred, your light is unique, and your heart knows the way.Allow yourself to listen, to embrace, and to bloom — because happiness begins when you come home to yourself. 🙏🏾😘 ©️ Beatriz Esmer Continue reading To be happy, do not abandon yourself