Initial reflection
Today I come here, like someone peeking through a window. I was putting off posting here because, at this stage in my life, I cannot promise regular posts. But I can promise the same authenticity and emotion as always. And perhaps that is enough, for now.
Today’s poem was written in a moment of giving up, as you will see. However, as it shows, giving up is not always a bad thing. Especially if it means giving up control over every aspect of our lives; giving up perfection; giving up living submissively to fears or expectations. It is possible to give up in order to be happy. And that is what I did.
Today’s Poem
I surrender to the gravity that compels me
to kiss the earth. And it asks,
with the weight of its name,
to stop fighting.I also give in to the pain of being resilient
and stubborn, even when I’m exhausted,
to keep going, albeit slowly, forward.
And I fall.
I kneel on the ground,
with my filthy hands
supporting my chest.
I wish I could tear out the reason for everything.
I wish I could make it mute.
I wish I could make it my servant.
How perfect that would be!I diminish myself to listen to Mother.
She who is indomitable
and always right.
I bury myself to be reborn from her,
with her attentive ear.
I silence my tears
to listen to my feelings,
that vagrant thief of my peace,
that new topic of the moment.I feel embraced
and painfully welcomed.
There is a silence that speaks.
A hypnotic symphony.
Life.
I let Mother guide me:
the answers, the keys,
the maps, the doors,
the windows and the walls...
Everything was within me.
Especially the future.
Because I am everything
that matters to me
and the nothing that will remain
when, dead,
no one says my name.So I raise my eyes,
filled with hope.
There is a glimmer of fear,
but the rest is confidence.
It’s time to strip myself of nonsense
and learn to accept the love
that, more than ever, I deserve.
It’s time to move on, yes,
but safely, on the wings of a condor.
© Ana Fonseca, 2026
This is a powerful poem, filled with striking imagery. One can sense that it is a testimony—not an ending point, but a starting point. A recognition that before one can be reborn, it is necessary to kill whatever prevents growth. Thank you, Ana Fonseca, for bringing us the strength of your poetry
Welcome back Ana! So nice to see this beautiful poem. It landed softly but straight into my heart as I am also at a turning point in my life. There is so much we must surrender to, it is a lesson that we must learn over and over again. 🙏🤍