Full of Soul
In a world that craved my sight, they wished for me to be sightless. They yearned for the allure of my eyes yet desired them to be blind to the truths that lay bare before them. They sought the beauty of my gaze, but not the vision that came with it.
They admired the fullness of my lips but recoiled at the weight of the words they formed. They longed for the softness of my speech yet shunned the hard truths that slipped from my tongue. They wanted the whispers of sweet nothings, but not the roar of political discourse.
They were drawn to the delicacy of my fingers yet feared the power they wielded. They coveted the grace of my touch, but not the might of the pen they held. They wanted the strokes of affection, but not the lines of truth that flowed from my ink.
They desired the vessel of my body, but rejected the soul that filled it. They sought the shell that was me, but not the spirit that made me. They wanted a hollow form, an empty echo, but I am brimming with soul.
I am not a vacant entity, a void waiting to be filled. I am a vessel overflowing with passion, with conviction, with life. I am not just eyes, lips, fingers, and body. I am a soul, vibrant and alive, full to the brim and spilling over. I am not what they want me to be. I am who I am, and I will not be silenced. I am full of soul.
Copyright ? Beatriz Esmer