Feel

She gets lost in just one thing, between books and words.

"This time she lay on her bed and looked up at the ceiling of the room, thinking how many shocks she has to take, silent, cold-blooded, to endure everyone's words and criticisms and not cry? She is strong and courageous. She has fought hard battles and survived. But now she just wants one thing: for someone to look back at her.

One thing, that someone would turn to her, look at her and ask: "How are things?" "How's your heart?" "That someone listens to her without asking for explanations or judging her." She has simple wishes, like enjoying her favourite drink with someone who really loves her by a river or in a park, or reading poetry to her favourite person.

 She stares at the ceiling of the room, the ideas numerous, the problems vast, the solutions perhaps non-existent... 

A poet, a writer... Problems don't beat writers, problems don't beat poets, they're always free... Their pens record everything, their words, their sorrows, their joys and their victories... 

The ceiling disappeared, she embraced the sky and the stars and met the moon, who shouted and said: Have you forgotten that great problems have a God greater than them? Go back to your bed and continue being yourself. You are a beautiful bird, dancing with words and books, flying through towns and villages. What would life be without your beautiful smile?

She's a poet, and she gets lost in just one thing: "between books and words". As for disappointments, she reduces them to one thing: victory. She learns from her shocks to become stronger. From her pain to mature, and from her sorrow to love more."