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...
This world is crowded with borrowed souls,
Faces that promise, hearts that pretend,
You keep mending invisible holes
For damage you never did intend.
You carry guilt that was never yours,
Repairing cracks you didn’t make,
While those who benefit from your wars
Smile softly as they take and take.
Do not give your heart without a gate,
Nor pour your soul where care is thin,
Some see kindness not as fate,
But as a weakness to step in.
In a cruel world, goodness bleeds fast,
Mercy is mocked, loyalty drained,
Not every bond is meant to last,
Not every tear should be sustained.
Release your loyalty from those
Who never ask how you survive,
Turn quietly toward those who chose
To never check if you’re alive.
Move forward; leave the weight behind,
Choose peace, not endless sacrifice,
Protect your heart, reclaim your mind,
And happiness will be your prize.
© 2026 Gloria Penelope
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