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 p...
What you did in secret
still lingers in your heart,
a quiet shadow breathing
where daylight falls apart.
It walks beside your conscience,
your closest friend in thought,
whispering in the stillness
of battles no one fought.
You’ll remember it in silence,
in hours no one sees,
when laughter fades to echoes
and night drops to its knees.
Live with it,
for it has made its home in you.
No hand can reach and pull it free,
No lie can make it untrue.
Only God has seen the hidden,
the deed you thought concealed;
The heavens hold the record
No darkness ever sealed.
Not even you can erase it,
nor time undo its art,
for what was born in secrecy
is carved upon your heart.
So carry it through your lifetime,
let truth be what you learn,
for secrets kept in shadow
are fires that always burn.
© 2026 Gloria Penelope
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