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...
Fearful shadows cast across the floor,
Reflections born of deeds once done,
They stretch from corners you ignore,
Whispering truths you chose to outrun.
You stand afraid, yet turn away
From roads you walked with cruel intent,
Forgetting how your yesterday
Left scars where mercy should have bent.
Your thoughts tremble like dying flame,
Shaking, yet offering no relief,
For fear cannot be eased by blame,
Nor healed by silence or disbelief.
Only when you face those shadows alone,
Meet every fear without disguise,
Do the lessons of the past atone
And lift the veil before your eyes.
In courage found, not in retreat,
Your future takes a truer form
For God’s own plan is shaped when we meet
Our darkest selves, and choose reform.
© 2026 Gloria Penelope
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