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The Pain Only You Can Feel #sadpoetry #inspirationalpoetry #creativewriting

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...

Until Forgiveness Finds You #poem #sadpoetry

That cruel act, you called it small,
A moment passed, a careless flame,
You walked away, stood tall, unbent,
Unknowingly, someone wept because of you.

You acted as if you did not hear their midnight cry,
Nor see the tear you left behind,
But sorrow learns the shape of guilt
And follows closely, and grips the mind.

It trails you through the waking hours,
Sits heavy in your silent room,
No mercy in its patient tread,
A shadow stretching into doom.

You laugh, you run, you change your face,
Yet still it breathes upon your neck,
For pain once born by human hands
Do not forget, do not neglect.

Only forgiveness breaks the chain,
Only truth unmakes the scar,
Yet God alone knows where they dwell,
How distant now, how far they are, how far.

So guilt becomes a lifelong prayer,
A searching heart with broken sight,
Until you kneel and truly seek
The soul you wounded in the night.

For wounds ignored will rule your days,
A sentence written by your own hand,
This is the doom you gave to yourself.
When mercy is what you need from God.


© 2026 Gloria Penelope

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