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...
Nurture others from the goodness within,
Not as a favor, not counting the win.
Let kindness flow free, with no hidden cost,
No need to remind them of what you have lost.
Give without measuring, help without pride,
No whispered complaints when they turn aside.
What you offer in light should not turn to shade,
True care asks nothing for help that was made.
Live with a heart that is gentle and clean,
Let your intentions be honest, unseen.
Do good in silence, let actions be true,
The purest of lives needs no audience too.
For goodness that’s real does not seek a crown,
It lifts others up without pushing them down.
Walk softly through life, let your spirit impart
A legacy written in love, from a pure heart.
© 2025 Gloria Penelope
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