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...
My tears come out uninvited,
Born from distress, from buried pain.
From memories that never rested,
From trauma whispering my name.
I ask myself a thousand questions,
But answers never seem to stay.
Questioning feels empty, useless—
I cannot turn time back its way.
Years are walking past me slowly,
Months dissolve into the air.
Days grow tired, hours weaken,
Minutes vanish unaware.
Nothing changes, yet time moves on,
A cruel and steady stream.
I stand still while the world keeps going,
Trapped inside a broken dream.
Still, I lift my eyes in silence
To the Almighty up above.
Faith is all I have to hold now,
Hope stitched gently into love.
Even when my tears keep falling,
Even when my strength feels gone,
I believe God sees my breaking,
Hears my quiet, wordless song.
So let me cry, but not surrender.
Let me ache, but not despair.
For in my tears, I keep believing—
God is working, even when I lost hope.
© 2025 Gloria Penelope
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