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...
We broke apart while carols filled the air,
Lights blinking where your smile used to be,
Love once bloomed like a candle in darkness,
Now, wax and ash mark where it lay.
Silence used to pull us closer,
A quiet magnet between our eyes,
No words needed—just breathing together,
Two souls meeting without disguise.
Our feelings were once tangled forever,
Promises whispered without fear,
We believed time would kneel before us,
That love was safest this time of year.
But Christmas has a cruel way of shining,
It brightens what’s already gone,
Every song becomes a reminder
Of a future we won’t carry on.
The tree still stands, the gifts still wait,
But your name won’t be called tonight,
The candle flickers, fighting the cold,
Alone against December’s light.
It’s not just a breakup—it’s timing,
It’s loss wrapped in tinsel and cheer,
Heartbreak hurts louder in December,
When love leaves
On Christmas, Yours becomes_
The loneliest day of the year.
© 2025 Gloria Penelope
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