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...
I live in turmoil, Lord,
a restless storm within my chest.
The night stretches long and heavy,
and hope grows thin
like the last candle
flickering in the wind.
I cry in silence,
for the world does not hear
the quiet breaking of a soul.
My tears fall softly in the dark,
each one a prayer
too weary to speak aloud.
Oh Lord, remember me.
My days are numbered like fading echoes,
like footprints washed away by the tide.
Time moves quickly through my hands,
And I stand unsure
of where tomorrow leads.
I have nowhere to run,
no refuge built by human hands.
The roads I follow circle back to sorrow,
and the doors I knock on
remain closed to my trembling heart.
Save me, Lord.
Remember me when I am lost in shadow.
Hear my prayer rising from the depths
where words become whispers
and whispers become faith.
For I am also Your child,
though broken and weary.
The breath within me
still carries Your name
even when my strength fades.
Lord, let Your mercy live within me.
Let it move through my being
like light through a darkened room.
Let it soften the storms in my heart
and teach my soul
How to hope again.
Remember me, Lord,
not because I am strong,
but because I am Yours. 🙏✨
© 2026 Gloria Penelope
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