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...
A fresh fruit rests in the palm of the day,
Washed by the sun, simple, bright, and whole,
It naturally feeds the body,
Just as calm ideas nourish the soul.
A fresh mind ripens like orchards in spring,
Clear of the bruises of worry and doubt,
From it, new thoughts and solutions will triumph,
Wisdom grows strong when the noise is shut out.
Rotten thoughts linger like fruit left too long,
Heavy with bitterness, stale with regret,
But a fresh mind stays humble, patient, and strong,
Ready to learn, to forgive, to reset.
As fruit gives strength and restores our breath,
A clear mind sharpens our vision and way,
It teaches us balance, kindness, and depth,
And lights the path for decisions we weigh.
So tend to your thoughts like a well-kept tree,
Let rest, truth, and curiosity guide,
For a fresh mind, like fruit, sets wisdom free,
And helps us grow gently from the inside.
© 2025 Gloria Penelope
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