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...
In the heart of the forest, where silence speaks,
Lions walk softly on sunlit creeks.
Elephants remember every scar,
Their lives were shaped gently by land and star.
The eagle rides on the breath of the sky,
Seeing truths no ground-bound eye can deny.
The wolf moves with loyalty, fierce yet fair,
Bound by respect for the pack they share.
Nature teaches without written law,
Balance and survival, wonder and awe.
Each creature takes only what it must,
Living by instinct, not hunger for dust.
Yet beyond the wild, in the cities of stone,
Walks a person whose heart has grown cold as bone.
They rise on the backs of unheard cries,
Trading compassion for power and lies.
They see not the pain in another’s face,
Only mirrors reflecting their own embrace.
Where animals share, this soul divides,
Building walls from wounded lives.
The wild remains honest, brutal yet true,
Life and death in a cycle we all pass through.
But injustice is chosen, crafted by hand,
A wound upon soul, not nature or land.
Perhaps one day, beneath open skies,
That person will learn from the wild’s quiet eyes—
That fairness is strength, not loss or fear,
And life grows richer when justice lives here.
© 2025 Gloria Penelope
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