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...
They fell where strength could not remain,
A trembling heart in fragile skin,
Each breath a whisper edged with pain,
A losing fight they couldn’t win.
The dawn arrived without a name,
Tomorrow felt too far, too thin,
Hope flickered like a dying flame,
While night kept closing further in.
The body wore its tired cries,
The soul lay low, worn through with fear,
Faith blurred behind exhausted eyes,
Yet heaven still was drawing near.
For mercy walks where voices fail,
And power moves where none can see,
God reached into the breaking veil
And spoke the word that sets us free.
Life rushed back into weary veins,
Light stitched the torn and shattered frame,
What pain had claimed, He now reclaimed,
What death had named, He could not claim.
The heart once pounding out of time
Now sings within a steadier chest,
A pulse aligned with grace divine,
A soul returned to holy rest.
Gratitude became their daily song,
Their breath a prayer, their steps His praise,
In all they did, to Him belonged
Each moment of their numbered days.
They tell of grace that found them there,
Of goodness born where hope was gone,
A living voice, an answered prayer,
Declaring all the Lord has done.
© 2026 Gloria Penelope
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