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...
When the trickster comes with a smiling face,
Speaking soft words wrapped in disguise,
Thinking your mind is an empty place,
A shadow beneath his clever lies.
But rise instead, let your spirit tell,
That you are not a puppet to control,
Fool that fool and break the spell,
For strength already lives in your soul.
Show him the fire you carry within,
The will that refuses to bend or kneel,
You were never born to follow his grin,
Nor dance to the games he tries to deal.
Stand tall beyond his crafted rules,
Let wisdom be the shield you hold,
For those who prey upon silent fools
Fear hearts that are fearless and bold.
So walk your path with a steady stride,
Let truth be louder than his game,
For no false spell can long reside
Where courage burns like living flame.
© 2026 Gloria Penelope
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