No longer in my heart, I mean you, Oh yes, you. There was a time Your name lived softly within me, echoing in places I thought they were meant to last. It felt real then, It felt certain, like something written beyond doubt. But time has a way of revealing truth without asking permission. What we had has reached its end. Not in chaos, not in fire, but in quiet understanding. Our destinies walk different roads now. No matter how we tried to meet halfway, something unseen always pulled us apart. Nothing aligns when we speak. Words fall out of place, meanings get lost, and silence fills the space where the connection once tried to live. Our souls, They do not match. Not in rhythm, not in purpose, not in the language They were meant to share. It is not going to work. It tried, in moments, in effort, in hope. But some things, no matter how much they are held, They are not meant to stay. So now, I release you from the space you once had in me. No longer in my heart, not with anger, not with ...
Your heart lives in misery,
heavy with wishes you never stop carrying—
wishing you had what others call enough,
wishing blessings didn’t feel so far away.
At times, it feels like being a cursed person,
marked by fate before you learned how to speak.
But deep down, you know the truth:
No curse followed you into this world.
You were born into poverty,
into hands that were loving but empty,
into parents who had little
except the will to survive.
You fight to rise from where you began,
clawing toward a better life
with tired hope and shaking strength.
Some days, you feel lost and powerless,
like the ground refuses to hold you.
Some days, you want to run—
not away from life,
but toward peace.
Even family turns its back,
even friends disappear,
because you have nothing to offer
but honesty and struggle.
Life grows heavier, more unbearable,
a weight that presses on your chest.
You want to scream,
yet your voice dissolves into silence,
and every thought of poverty
fills your eyes with unfallen tears.
Remember this—
It is a storm, and storms do not stay.
Clouds may darken your days,
but they are always passing.
One day, your life will change,
and your smile will come without pain.
You will overcome every obstacle.
When it rains, it stops
to give the sun space to breathe.
Even when the sun hides
inside the darkest clouds,
those clouds never remain forever.
They move on.
And then—
The sun shines.
You will shine one day.
Like the sun,
You will shine.
© 2025 Gloria Penelope
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