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 you were done with me,
you pushed me away without regret.
When I no longer served your needs,
I became useless in your eyes.
Life was sweet for you without me—
Laughter came easy,
days moved on as if I never existed.
Then the scariest snake appeared,
blocking your path,
before I even reached where I was going.
Suddenly, my name returned to your mouths.
You called me back,
hands shaking, voices desperate,
asking me to fight the danger for you.
Am I your emergency tool,
kept aside until fear arrives?
No. You are no longer worth my help.
Face your crisis without me.
I will walk on,
wounded but awake,
and I will survive—
stronger without you.
© 2026 Gloria Penelope
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