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...
Humble yourself,
For arrogance is a loud garment
often worn by those
whose pockets carry little substance.
You walk as though the world
spins at the command of your footsteps,
as though crowns of importance
rest invisibly upon your head.
Your voice rises with confidence
of someone who believes
They rule unseen kingdoms.
Yet pause,
and look again at the truth.
You are only a man
among billions of breathing souls,
an ordinary traveler
walking the familiar road of routine.
A worker bound to hours,
answering to the clock
that summons you each morning
and dismisses you each evening.
No empire answers to your name.
No business grows from your hands.
No streams of income flow quietly
through channels of your own creation.
You wait,
like many others,
for the monthly arrival
of a salary that visits briefly,
a guest that knocks, stays a moment,
then disappears into bills, needs,
and the quiet hunger of living.
Yet with this fleeting coin
You boast loudly,
as though wealth has crowned you,
as though your pockets hold
the measure of greatness.
Humble yourself.
For pride built on fragile ground
will crumble under the weight of time.
Remember,
every person walking this earth
is simply human,
a temporary breath beneath the sky,
learning slowly
that humility
is the truest form of dignity.
© 2026 Gloria Penelope
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