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 know you hate me
I feel it when you are around me,
in the weight of your stare.
But stop,
before hatred thins you out
until there is nothing left but rage.
I know you planned evil against me,
quiet thoughts sharpened in the dark.
Stop it.
I did nothing wrong to you.
I do not eat from your table,
I do not sleep beneath your roof.
My life does not steal from yours,
my breath does not lessen your days.
So let the anger rest.
Release the fire you keep feeding.
Let me walk my path in peace,
Let me stand under the same sky.
Allow me this small mercy
to breathe God’s air freely,
without fear,
without your rage chasing my shadow.
© 2026 Gloria Penelope
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