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 failed marriage is not the end,
It’s not the closing of your days,
Not the burial of who you are,
Just a turn along life’s ways.
What broke was a chapter, not the book,
What ended was a season, not you,
There are still years God set aside,
Quietly waiting to unfold too.
Do not rush your healing heart,
Walk gently through the pain you knew,
Some lessons bloom only in time,
Some strength grows slow, but true.
There are more faces yet to meet,
More hands your own may come to know,
And somewhere, love may be ahead,
Soft-footed, moving slow.
So keep walking—do not run,
Let hope keep pace with breath and feet,
For happiness has its own way
Of finding souls it’s meant to meet.
You are still whole, still becoming,
Still written in tomorrow’s plan,
What ended did not finish you—
It only proved how strong you stand.
© 2025 Gloria Penelope
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