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...
No longer in my heart,
I mean you,
Oh yes, you.
There was a time
Your name lived softly within me,
echoing in places
I thought they were meant to last.
It felt real then,
It felt certain,
like something written
beyond doubt.
But time has a way
of revealing truth
without asking permission.
What we had
has reached its end.
Not in chaos,
not in fire,
but in quiet understanding.
Our destinies
walk different roads now.
No matter how we tried
to meet halfway,
something unseen
always pulled us apart.
Nothing aligns when we speak.
Words fall out of place,
meanings get lost,
and silence fills the space
where the connection once tried to live.
Our souls,
They do not match.
Not in rhythm,
not in purpose,
not in the language
They were meant to share.
It is not going to work.
It tried,
in moments,
in effort,
in hope.
But some things,
no matter how much they are held,
They are not meant to stay.
So now,
I release you
from the space you once had in me.
No longer in my heart,
not with anger,
not with regret,
but with clarity.
Because some endings
are not failures,
They are truths
Finally accepted.
© 2026 Gloria Penelope
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