There is a place inside you No map has ever traced, a quiet room behind the ribs where light forgets to stay. No one sees it when you smile, No one hears it when you speak. It moves beneath your laughter like a river running deep. It is yours alone to carry, not carved for other hands, a language made of silence Only your soul understands. Some mornings it is heavier, a stone you cannot name, And still you rise and wear your life as if it were the same. But pain, it does not leave you when ignored or pushed away, it waits within the folds of time, it learns you day by day. It is not your enemy, though it cuts without a sound; it is the truth you buried but still lives underground. And yes, there are nights it breaks you, when endurance feels too wide, when even breath feels borrowed And there is nowhere left to hide. Yet somehow you continue, not because you do not fall, but because within the breaking You still answer life’s call. You learn to walk beside it, not beneath it, not above...
I stand at the door of a newborn year,
With yesterday’s dust on my weary shoes,
Carrying dreams I refused to release,
And lessons I never again will lose.
I ask for a wiser, calmer mind,
One that chooses peace before pride,
A brain that thinks beyond the moment,
And sees the truth where shadows hide.
I wish for strength when roads feel long,
For courage when fear calls my name,
The will to rise after every fall,
And walk through fire without shame.
May my plans find roots in patience,
May my efforts speak louder than prayer,
Let discipline guide my quiet steps,
While hope reminds me why I care.
In this new year, let growth be slow,
But honest, deep, and real to the core,
Not just a change of dates and days,
But a better life than the one before.
I enter this year with open hands,
Not demanding, yet ready to try,
Believing that with wisdom, strength, and faith,
I can shape a life that dares to fly.
© 2025 Gloria Penelope
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