Just listen to me …

In the labyrinth of my being, I am a mystery veiled in enigma, a riddle waiting to be unraveled. You yearn to understand me, to decipher the intricacies of my soul, yet the depths of my essence elude your grasp. You wonder how I tick, what ignites the fire within me, and what casts me deeper into the shadows of my own existence.

I am a universe unto myself, confined within the walls of my own complexity. I do not seek for others to breach these barriers or to offer sympathy for the intricacies that define me. Instead, I long for the simple act of listening, for a compassionate ear to receive the echoes of my inner world.

Just listen. It's all I ask. Amidst the tumultuous symphony of my thoughts, the cacophony of my emotions, and the silence of my unspoken dreams, the act of being heard is a balm for the soul. It is a recognition of the validity of my experiences, a validation of my truth, and a salve for the wounds that remain unseen.

I am not a puzzle to be solved, nor a code to be cracked. I am a tapestry of stories, a collection of moments, and an amalgamation of hopes and fears. In the act of listening, you honor the complexity of my existence, and in doing so, you offer me the gift of being seen and understood.

As I stand within the fortress of my own introspection, I do not ask for you to breach my walls. I ask only for the gift of your presence, for the simple act of listening, and for the willingness to bear witness to the echoes of my soul. In this exchange, we forge a connection that transcends the limitations of understanding, and in the quiet embrace of this shared moment, we find solace in the unspoken language of empathy.

Copyright ? Beatriz Esmer