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...
It is inside my thoughts
that I have hidden you,
a silent chamber
where your name still lingers
like perfume on forgotten air.
You left your mark upon my heart,
not lightly,
not gently,
but deep enough to become
a wound that refuses mercy.
A scar that does not close,
because love once lived there,
and it lived fiercely.
Life moves forward.
It does not pause for broken things.
Morning still rises,
streets still fill with strangers,
laughter still finds its way to my lips.
Yet beneath it all,
There is an ache
That time has failed to silence.
Memories keep digging,
relentless,
uninvited.
They unearth your voice,
your touch,
the warmth we once called forever.
They replay what was
as though it never truly ended.
And though we walked away,
though distance claimed what love once held,
you remain.
Not in my hands,
But in my mind.
An echo that stays awake,
a presence that does not fade,
a memory still alive
in the quiet corners of my thoughts.
For love may have passed,
and seasons may have changed,
but you,
you remain
where I keep you most,
within the endless whisper
of my mind.
© 2026 Gloria Penelope
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