Herido Pero Aun | Caminando Work

You will not walk straight. You will drag one leg. You will favor the left side. People will notice. Let them. A limp is a map of where you have been. It is honest. The only gait that is truly broken is the one that refuses to move at all.

The lone wolf is a myth. The wounded walker finds a wall, a friend, a walking stick, a prayer. Leaning is not weakness; it is physics. Distribution of weight keeps the wounded upright. Call the friend. Accept the help. The trail is long. herido pero aun caminando

Then, you move a finger. Then, a toe. Then, against every logical warning your body screams, you stand up. You will not walk straight

But what about the pottery that is still cracked and leaking a little water? What about the pottery that is sitting on the shelf, glued but fragile, wondering if it will ever hold flowers again? People will notice

The person who is herido pero aún caminando knows that a scar is not a finish line. It is a seam. It is where the torn fabric of your life was stitched back together by a thread of stubborn will. It is ugly, it pulls when it rains, but it holds.

You are walking proof that a human being can be shattered and still function. That a heart can be cracked and still pump blood. That a mind can be stormy and still make a decision.

Herido, sí. Pero aún caminando.