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...
He calls it love,
but it falls in pieces,
not a feast,
just crumbs scattered at her feet.
She gathers them in silence,
hoping one day
they will become something whole,
something warm,
something real.
But his hands are empty
of truth.
His smile,
a mask polished for display,
soft words rehearsed
like lines in a play
He never meant to live.
Behind her back,
his absence speaks louder,
his presence thinner
than the promises he makes.
He moves like he owns her,
like her heart is a place
he conquered,
not a gift he was given.
And still he says,
“I love you,”
as if the words alone
can cover the distance
between what he shows
and what he is.
What a quiet kind of cruelty,
to offer illusion
and call it devotion.
But she,
she is not made of fragments.
She is not meant
to survive on less,
to shrink herself
into the shape of his half-love.
There is a truth waiting for her,
somewhere beyond his shadow,
a love that does not pretend,
does not disappear,
does not make her question
her own worth.
Because she is not nothing.
And love,
real love,
does not leave you
hungry.
© 2026 Gloria Penelope
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