When your gaze found mine, the whole world swayed, As if the earth had missed a hidden beat; The sunlight suddenly grew unafraid, Then melted like warm gold around my feet. I tried to look away, but something stayed, A trembling little universe in you; My eyes became two doors I could not close, And every secret seemed to wander through. I felt my cheeks turn roses in the rain, A sudden fire underneath my skin; The stars began to whisper my sweet shame, While little suns kept blooming from within. Your eyes were not just eyes, they were a place, A strange blue room where gravity was gone; I wandered through the silence of your gaze And somehow lost the person I was on. My heartbeat stumbled, then forgot its name, It ran barefoot through corridors of light; I blushed as though the moon had called me beautiful, Then hid my face from heaven's watching sight. The trees leaned closer, jealous of the view, The flowers opened wider just to see; Even the wind became unusually shy, As thoug...
Sometimes,
in a world that watches too closely,
that listens with judgment
and speaks without understanding,
it is a quiet kind of wisdom
to become no one at all.
To fold your presence
into the background of passing faces,
to let your name drift unspoken
in rooms that do not deserve its weight.
Not every space is safe
for the fullness of who you are.
Not every eye that meets yours
comes with kindness behind it.
So you learn,
not out of fear alone,
but out of knowing,
that there is protection
in stillness,
in silence,
in stepping lightly
through a world that can be heavy.
To act like a nobody
is not to be empty,
not to be less,
not to forget your worth_
It is to guard it.
It is to carry your value
like a hidden flame,
cupped gently in your hands,
shielded from the winds
I would rather see it die
than watch it burn.
There is a quiet power
in not announcing yourself,
in not needing the room
to turn when you enter,
in letting your footsteps
blend into the rhythm
of everything else.
Because the loud are often challenged,
The seen are often tested,
and the known,
they are watched, measured,
sometimes envied,
sometimes broken.
But the unseen?
The unseen move freely.
They pass through storms
without becoming the target of the thunder.
They hear what others miss,
they learn without being questioned, and
they observe without interruption.
And in that quiet observation,
there is safety.
You become a shadow
not because you are meant
to live without light,
But because you choose
when and where
Your light should exist.
You dim yourself
in places that would misuse your brightness,
You soften your voice
where ears are not ready to hear truth,
You lower your presence
where standing tall would invite harm.
This is not a weakness,
This is awareness.
This is survival shaped into grace.
For there is a time to rise,
a time to be known,
a time to let your name
echo through the world,
But there is also a time
to disappear into the ordinary,
to wear invisibility like armor,
to let the world pass by
without touching the core of you.
And in those moments,
You are not lost,
You are protected.
You are not forgotten,
You are preserving something sacred.
Because what is hidden
is not always small,
Sometimes it is simply waiting
for the right moment
to be seen.
So walk quietly when you must,
be no one when it keeps you whole,
fade into the background
when the world feels too sharp.
For some time,
the greatest strength
is not in being recognized,
but in knowing
when to remain unseen.
© 2026 Gloria Penelope
Comments