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...
I lingered where the candle died,
A fleeting breath that should have sighed.
Hands once warm, now cold as stone,
Left me trembling, left me alone.
The clock froze when my heart gave out,
The world kept spinning, unaware of doubt.
They thought the darkness would bury me deep,
But I woke where the shadows never sleep.
Through walls I drift, a silent glare,
I see their eyes, but they don't see mine.
Whispers curl around their dreams,
Twisting laughter into silent screams.
I taste the fear they cannot flee,
A bitter draught of memory.
Each step I take behind their walls,
A ghost’s revenge in quiet calls.
I was undone in a fleeting night,
Yet now I am endless, veiled in fright.
No chains can bind me, no grave can hold,
A spirit’s fury cannot grow cold.
And though I wail without a tongue,
Their guilt is written, forever sung.
For I am the shadow they failed to see,
The echo of life that will not set free.
I haunt the places they thought were mine,
A restless mark through endless time.
Death may have taken the flesh I bore,
But my vengeance lives forevermore.
© 2025 Gloria Penelope
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