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 once loved you—truly, deeply so,
With open hands and an honest heart.
I gave you respect, the best of me,
A life built gently, part by part.
But you played with love as if it were small,
A passing game, a careless art.
My kindness tasted just like salt to you—
Never sweet, never soft, never part.
No sugar added, no warmth returned,
You answered Grace with burning chillies red.
Each thank you cut, each silence stung,
You made me feel foolish for all I gave.
You played me dumb, erased my worth,
As if my love had never been true.
As if I had not stood in storms,
As if I had not chosen you.
But hear this now, without regret:
I no longer love you, not anymore.
What I gave was real, what you broke was yours,
I leave with peace, not wounds, not war.
One day I’ll find a love that knows,
That values hands both kind and true,
A love that tastes of honey and light.
A love that never plays me through.
© 2025 Gloria Penelope
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