Revealing the Heart

Revealing the Heart

“How do I write about this? Where do I begin?” I ask, my voice a whisper of uncertainty.

I gently place my hand over my chest, feeling the rhythmic beat of my heart. “Reveal your heart,” I say softly to myself. “Give it a safe place to bleed.”

My heart, a vessel of emotions, yearns to be heard. It carries the stories of my joys and sorrows, my triumphs and defeats. It holds the essence of my being, the raw and unfiltered truth of who I am.

To write is to open the floodgates of my soul, to let the words flow like a river, unrestrained and free. It is to embrace vulnerability, to allow my heart to bleed onto the page, creating a tapestry of emotions that speaks to the depths of the human experience.

I begin with honesty, with the courage to face my innermost thoughts. I let my heart guide my pen, for it knows the way. I trust in its wisdom, and I find the words that have eluded me.

In this sacred act of writing, I create a sanctuary for my heart. A place where it can bleed without fear, where its wounds can heal, and its stories can be told. And in doing so, I offer a piece of myself to the world, a testament to the beauty and complexity of the human spirit.

?? Beatriz Esmer

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