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...
Life broke open as thunder above my name,
skies splitting, truth roaring without mercy.
Each step I took was argued by the wind,
certainty torn into fragments mid-stride.
My mind walked in parallels
One version of me knelt in fear,
the other searched the dark for meaning.
They spoke in echoes,
and tears became the only language
both understood.
Misfortune poured without restraint,
a relentless baptism of loss and doubt.
It drowned my plans,
tested the architecture of my faith,
asked how much ruin a soul could house
and still remain.
I stood beneath the noise, undecided,
hands trembling, vision dim,
asking the heavens not for answers,
but for permission to endure.
Then the storm began to loosen its fists.
Not in mercy, but in timing.
Light seeped through the fractures,
and change arrived unnamed
a quiet strength learned
from standing too long in the rain.
In the aftermath, gratitude rose slowly.
Not for the breaking,
but for the breath that remained.
I lifted my eyes with a wounded reverence
and thanked God
for being the silence within the thunder,
for carrying me through the chaos,
and teaching my heart
How to listen once the sky grew still.
© 2026 Gloria Penelope
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