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...
Do not measure your steps by another’s stride,
Your road was never meant to match theirs.
Destiny writes in different ink for every soul,
And comparison only blurs your own name.
Accept who you are, unfinished, becoming,
Exactly where grace placed you today.
Follow the road beneath your feet;
It knows you better than borrowed paths.
God has something stored in your tomorrows,
pages turning with each rising sun.
Though the words are written ahead of time,
Every day reads new, untouched, alive.
One day you will pause and smile,
seeing how the chapters found their place,
how the delays, bends, and waiting
were shaping a story worth keeping.
And gratitude will sit at your table daily,
not as a habit, but as nourishment
for when you trust your own unfolding,
Thankfulness becomes your daily meal.
© 2026 Gloria Penelope
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