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...
When your life feels steady, calm, and bright,
When roads are clear and days feel right,
Pause your steps, soften your tone
Don’t walk as if you rose alone.
When all is sorted, plans align,
When fortune seems forever mine,
Do not brag of what you own,
Pride builds walls you’ll face alone.
Don’t treat others as less or small,
Today’s silence is not their fall.
A struggling hand, a humble face,
May soon rise strong in time and place.
Remember this: no fate is sealed,
No future fully yet revealed.
What they lack now may soon appear,
Tomorrow’s wealth could draw them near.
The poor today may stand up tall,
The quiet voice may one day call.
And in your hour of doubt or need,
They might be the help you plead.
So choose respect, let kindness stay,
Life turns its wheel in quiet ways.
What you give now will one day be
The bridge that brings humility.
© 2025 Gloria Penelope
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