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...
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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