Follow your heart

Marina Eugenie di Cervini (2024)

Marina E. di Cervini is a distinguished writer, documentary producer, speaker, lawyer, and coach, with a career spanning over three decades. Her work explores themes of love, identity, resilience, and humanity’s intricate connection to the world, blending timeless storytelling with universal truths. Her debut in the trilogy, FOLLOW YOUR HEART, introduces Françoise de Chambord, a heroine of remarkable depth and courage. Set against a rich tapestry of cultural and emotional landscapes, this luminous tale examines the delicate balance between personal desires and destiny, inviting readers into a journey of profound self-discovery. The journey continues in Marina’s second book, "MY WAY", and concludes with the powerful "THE PRESIDENT’S ADVISER", both of which deepen her exploration of resilience, leadership, and the enduring pursuit of purpose. Marina E. di Cervini’s storytelling is a celebration of the human spirit, offering readers a profound connection to life’s most essential truths.

BY THE SHORE

“You are different, as I am—blue, green, deep, light, shining, strong… but never wrong, ocean. My soul is the ocean. And only with you, with your fierce winds and boundless power, do I feel calm. The sea holds confessions no land can bear. It whispers truths, carries burdens, and drowns regrets.”

By the shore, beneath the moon’s embrace,

A bottle drifted—a timeless trace.

The waves, relentless, sang their song,

Of broken paths and where I belong.

Perhaps the hour has now begun,

To bare my truth beneath the sun.

A letter scrawled with trembling hand,

To plead, to mourn, to understand.

“Forgive me,” I wrote, “my final plea,

For sins unspoken, lost at sea.

For tarnished love, once pure and bright,

Now swallowed whole by endless night.

Forgive my restless, reckless ways,

The wounds I left, the debt that stays.

Forgive the words, sharp as the tide,

Born of despair I could not hide.

Forgive my doubt, my fleeting trust,

The dreams reduced to windswept dust.

Forgive the paths I walked in gloom,

The bridges burned, the seeds of doom.

Forgive the years that passed in haze,

The shadowed nights, the empty days.

And yet, forgive me not, if you cannot,

For I am lost—a soul forgot.”

I sealed the note with trembling breath,

And cast it to the waves of death.

The ocean claimed it, pulled it deep,

To cradle truths I could not keep.

Yet in the stillness, hope remained,

A fragile thread, though faint, sustained.

That somewhere, far beyond this shore,

Life waits, renewed, forevermore.