That song by Chico Buarque

“I already gave you my body, my joy, I stopped my blood when it boiled.

Listen to the voice I have left

Look at the vein jumping

See the drop that lacks the outcome of the party.

Please, let alone my heart

It is a pot full of hurt,

And any inattention, do not! It may be the drop of water…”

In the symphony of my being, I have offered you the melody of my existence, the dance of my joy, and the rhythm of my soul. I have surrendered the very essence of my being, the vessel that carries the weight of my emotions, the pulse of my passion, and the echo of my longing. I have bared my vulnerability, my rawness, and my unspoken truths, laying them bare at your feet in a silent plea for understanding and compassion.

Yet, amid this offering, I find myself standing at the precipice of my own fragility, my spirit teetering on the edge of exhaustion and desolation. My blood, once ablaze with fervor, now runs cold, the fire within me extinguished by the weight of unspoken burdens and unacknowledged pain.

I implore you to see beyond the surface, to witness the silent turmoil that rages within the depths of my being. Look at the vein jumping, the physical manifestation of the tumultuous storm that rages within me, threatening to consume the very essence of my being. See the drop that lacks the outcome of the party, the tear that falls unnoticed, the unspoken anguish that lingers in the shadows, yearning to be seen and understood.

Please, I beg of you, let alone my heart. It is a vessel brimming with the shards of shattered dreams, the remnants of unspoken sorrows, and the echoes of unhealed wounds. It is a pot full of hurt, a cauldron of unspoken pain that simmers beneath the surface, threatening to overflow with the weight of unspoken burdens.

And in this plea, I beseech you to tread lightly, to handle with care the fragile vessel that holds the remnants of my shattered dreams and unspoken pain. Any inattention, any disregard, threatens to tip the delicate balance, to rupture the fragile vessel that holds the remnants of my being. It may be the drop of water that breaks the dam, the final fracture that releases the flood of unspoken emotions and unacknowledged pain.

So, I stand before you, baring the depths of my vulnerability, my unspoken truths, and my silent plea for understanding. I have already given you my body, my joy, and the very essence of my being. I implore you to listen to the voice I have left, to see the silent turmoil that rages within me, and to handle with care the fragile vessel that holds the remnants of my being. For in this act of compassion and understanding, you hold the power to soothe the storm within me, to mend the fractures of my spirit, and to ignite the spark of hope within the depths of my being.

Copyright ? Beatriz Esmer