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 walks with destiny beside it,
a quiet shadow we rarely see,
each step we take feels chosen late,
Yet traced long before memory.
When days grow heavy on your chest,
and hope feels thinner than your breath,
remember—this path you struggle on
was written before your birth and breath.
Storms were inked into your story,
tears knew your name before they fell,
But so did the strength you haven’t met,
And victories time has yet to tell.
You are not lost, nor walking wrong,
even when the road feels unclear,
for destiny bends, but never breaks,
It walks with you, always near.
Trust the script you cannot read,
the chapters still unseen,
What feels like an ending today
may be a bridge, not a closing scene.
Life is heavy, yes—but meaningful,
Every burden holds a sign:
You were written with purpose,
And your destiny keeps time.
© 2026 Gloria Penelope
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