There were five oceans between who I was
and the person I needed to become.
A gravity like lead,
pulling me away from my own center,
creating a whole world of silence,
within my chest.
But my love—
that stubborn, quiet spark of self-preservation—
tore the veil apart.
I didn’t need a miracle from the sky.
I became the sky.
I became the tide that overflowed the seas
to wash my own shores.
I walked the distance.
I touched the place where the pain used to live,
I looked at the "cross" of my own history—
the place where I used to sacrifice my peace—
and I saw it was empty.
No one hangs there anymore.
Not even the ghost of who I used to be.
My own love won.
Not a battle against the world,
but a victory over the distance I had put
between my heart and my hands.
The horizon is no longer a wall.
It is an open door.
And I am finally
home.
©️ María Gallardo
Jan 11
Jan 11, 2026 at 3:31 AM UTC
There were five oceans between who I was
and the person I needed to become.
A gravity like lead,
pulling me away from my own center,
creating a whole world of silence,
within my chest.
But my love—
that stubborn, quiet spark of self-preservation—
tore the veil apart.
I didn’t need a miracle from the sky.
I became the sky.
I became the tide that overflowed the seas
to wash my own shores.
I walked the distance.
I touched the place where the pain used to live,
I looked at the "cross" of my own history—
the place where I used to sacrifice my peace—
and I saw it was empty.
No one hangs there anymore.
Not even the ghost of who I used to be.
My own love won.
Not a battle against the world,
but a victory over the distance I had put
between my heart and my hands.
The horizon is no longer a wall.
It is an open door.
And I am finally
home.
©️ María Gallardo
This is a poem about self-salvation and the journey toward internal wholeness.
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