Steps toward the light represent the essential journey of every healing soul. In the quiet, elegant corridors of my life here in France, I have learned that true growth is never a straight line. It is a series of rhythmic, tectonic movements. This poem, Steps toward the light, was born from the deep shifts of my own complex past. As a former mineralogy engineer from Vancouver, I often see human emotions as rare crystals. They require immense pressure to form and quiet time to finally shine. When we take these intentional steps toward the light, we are practicing the delicate art of erosion. We must let go of the old sediments of pain to find clarity. This sacred process leads us toward a stable, Malachite peace. Each small step is a victory over the dark shadows of yesterday.
Koraci prema svjetlosti
Imam volju.
Imam želju da svoje misli pretočim na papir.
Da ih oslobodim, da ne ostanu zarobljene u meni.
Strah drhti u meni, ali i snaga,
i čežnja da izgovorim istinu.
Kao vojnik koji izlazi iz tvrđave,
ne zna što ga čeka,
ne zna tko će mu pružiti ruku,
a tko okrenuti leđa.
Ipak, mora kročiti dalje.
U meni sve pulsira.
Strah. Nada. Suze. Smijeh.
Sjećanja koja nisam htjela dijeliti.
Tajne koje sam čuvala kao dragocjeni teret.
Sada ih nosim sa sobom.
Svaka teška, ali svijetla.
Svaka sjenka u tvrđavi otkrila mi je moju ranjivost.
Svaka pukotina – moju snagu.
Korak po korak otkrivam svoje zidove.
Ne da bih ih srušila,
već da bih ih osvijetlila.
Želim izgovoriti svoje tajne.
Želim pustiti sjećanja na svjetlost.
Da budu viđena. Da budu osjetila. Da postoje.
I u toj svjetlosti,
možda ću konačno ugledati i sebe.
Des pas vers la lumière
J’ai la volonté.
J’ai le désir de poser mes pensées sur le papier.
De les libérer pour qu’elles ne restent plus prisonnières en moi.
La peur tremble en moi, mais aussi la force,
et l’ardeur de dire la vérité.
Comme un soldat quittant une forteresse,
ignorant ce qui l’attend,
qui lui tendra la main,
qui lui tournera le dos.
Pourtant, il doit avancer.
Tout palpite en moi.
La peur. L’espoir. Les larmes. Les rires.
Des souvenirs que je ne voulais pas partager.
Des secrets que je gardais comme un précieux fardeau.
Maintenant je les porte avec moi.
Chacun lourd, mais lumineux.
Chaque ombre de la forteresse a révélé ma vulnérabilité.
Chaque fissure – ma force.
Pas à pas, je dévoile mes murs.
Non pour les briser,
mais pour les illuminer.
Je veux révéler mes secrets.
Je veux laisser mes souvenirs entrer dans la lumière.
Être vus. Être ressentis. Exister.
Et dans cette lumière,
peut-être me verrai-je enfin.
Steps Towards Light
I have the will.
I have the desire to put my thoughts on paper.
To free them, so they no longer remain trapped inside me.
Fear trembles within me, but also strength,
and the longing to speak the truth.
Like a soldier leaving a fortress,
not knowing what awaits him,
who will reach out a hand,
and who will turn their back.
Still, he must walk on.
Everything pulses inside me.
Fear. Hope. Tears. Laughter.
Memories I never wanted to share.
Secrets I held as a precious burden.
Now I carry them with me.
Each heavy, but bright.
Every shadow in the fortress revealed my vulnerability.
Every crack – my strength.
Step by step, I uncover my walls.
Not to destroy them,
but to illuminate them.
I want to speak my secrets.
I want to bring memories into the light.
To be seen. To be felt. To exist.
And in that light,
maybe I will finally see myself.