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...
She said “I do” with hopeful eyes,
Believing in love, not hidden lies.
She couldn’t see the mask he wore,
A gentle face, a heart at war.
A narcissist in tender skin,
Where love grows thin, and control begins.
His touch was sharp, his silence loud,
Fear wrapped her like a heavy cloud.
His hands carried unspoken pain,
His words fell hard like bitter rain.
She bled inside where none could see,
A quiet loss of who she’d be.
Yet through the hurt, a truth came through:
The cost of staying was her too.
And in that wound, she found her plea
To choose herself, to be set free.
© 2026 Gloria Penelope
Comments