Mercy came knocking once, a pale wanderer draped in dawn, with weary eyes and gentle hands, carrying no sword, only the burden of understanding. But the wicked knew not her face. Their hearts were citadels of stone, where compassion died unnamed and every wound became a weapon. They barred the gates. For mercy is a stranger in the hearts of the wicked. She walks their halls unseen, a ghost among shadows, whispering of forgiveness to ears that worship vengeance. They drink from poisoned wells and call bitterness wisdom. They sharpen grief into blades and wear cruelty like a crown. Where mercy offers a bridge, they build a wall. Where mercy kneels, they strike. And so she leaves quietly, taking her light with her, while darkness settles deeper into chambers already cold. The wicked do not fear mercy, they fear what mercy reveals: that beneath their iron masks, beneath their kingdoms of pride, beneath the ruins they call strength, there lives a trembling truth they dare not face. For merc...
Every breath within my fragile ribcage
Is born from the cathedral of your presence.
Before air touches my lungs,
It passes through the memory of you,
Consecrated, trembling, eternal.
You are the hush between my heartbeats,
The unseen tide that governs
The oceans of my becoming.
Even silence bends toward you,
Heavy with unspoken devotion.
My thoughts are no longer my own,
They are constellations spelling your name
Across the dark velvet of my mind.
Each whisper I release into the night
Returns carrying your echo.
You dwell in the marrow of my longing,
In the sacred corridors of my pulse.
Like incense rising in a quiet sanctuary,
My love for you ascends,
Slow, reverent, consuming.
I have searched for language vast enough
To cradle what I feel,
But even the oldest stars
Burn out before they can describe you.
You are the gravity beneath my wandering soul,
The quiet fire beneath my skin,
The scripture my breath recites
Without ceasing.
Every inhale is a vow.
Every exhale, your name.
Every flicker of thought.
A testament that I am undone,
Beautifully, irrevocably
In love with you.
© 2026 Gloria Penelope
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