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...
You laugh at them.
You point your finger and call them a fool.
Their silence amuses you,
their gentleness becomes your joke,
and the crowd joins your laughter
as if kindness were weakness.
It feels enjoyable today,
sweet on your tongue like careless victory.
Their patience becomes your stage,
their humility your entertainment.
But time is a quiet witness.
It watches without speaking,
It writes its lessons slowly
in the turning pages of life.
A day will come
When laughter turns into tears.
The echoes of your mockery
will return to your own ears
like thunder across an empty sky.
Situations will arise without warning,
storms without hands to beat you
Yet heavy enough to break your pride.
Pain will arrive quietly,
And you will feel the trembling
of a heart that once laughed too loudly.
And that fool,
that funny person you once mocked,
may stand in the distance,
not laughing,
but witnessing your tears,
your shaking voice,
Your falling ego.
For life has a patient way
of bending the tallest pride.
It turns arrogance into reflection,
and loud laughter into silent regret.
Remember this:
Today you stand tall in pride,
but tomorrow life may whisper
a different story.
For life, in its quiet wisdom,
has a way of humbling us all. 🌿
© 2026 Gloria Penelope
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