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Poco A Poco

October 12, 2026

Es algo que dice mi prima.

Los daños hacen que uno
pierda pasos,
se descuadre
y se doble
sin saber dónde
poner sus temores
y su dolor:

si en la luz o en la oscuridad.

Tengo luz y oscuridad
y, aunque temía,
ya no le temo tanto a ninguna,
ni a las de otros,
si no temen mostrármelas a mí.

Si hay algo que temer,
pues hay miedo allí.
Pero con claridad
todo se ve,
y eso es algo que estoy viendo.

He perdido
muchas oportunidades
de ver la profundidad
de las personas,
de las cosas,
por no querer mirar
más al fondo:
por el miedo,
por el dolor,
por lo tenebroso
de lo más oscuro.

O por que me temen a mi.

Pero poco a poco,
conociéndome,
siendo claro
conmigo mismo,
veo
con claridad
lo más profundo:
lo de mí.

Creo que así es
ver con claridad
a los demás.

Es como ver
las nebulosas
y los océanos
por dentro.

Bellezas que a veces
no comprendemos.

Pero con el tiempo
y la paciencia,
se nos da
el don
de conocerlas.

English:

It is something my cousin says.

Hurt makes one

lose one's footing,

lose one's balance,

and buckle,

unsure of where

to place one's fears

and one's pain:

in the light or in the darkness.

I hold both light and darkness,

and though I was afraid,

I no longer fear either so much—

nor the darkness of others,

provided they do not fear

revealing it to me.

If there is something to fear,

then fear is present there.

But with clarity,

everything comes into view,

and that is something I am seeing.

I have missed

many opportunities

to see the depths

of people,

of things,

because I did not want to look

any deeper:

held back by fear,

by pain,

by the terrifying nature

of the deepest darkness.


Or because they fear me.

But little by little,

as I come to know myself

and am honest

with myself,

I see

with clarity

the deepest parts:

the depths within me.

I believe that is how

one sees others

clearly.

It is like seeing

nebulae

and oceans

from the inside.

Beauties that, at times,

we do not comprehend.

But with time

and patience,

we are granted

the gift

of knowing them.



In generational trauma, healing, poetry Tags poem, poetry, healingjourney
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