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It's Not About You #poemaday #poetryaddict #poem

The mountain never bowed to applause, Nor did the river pause for tears. The sky has carried a thousand storms Without remembering a single face. You are a traveler, not the road. A heartbeat, not the clock. The world was already speaking Long before it learned your name. Some goodbyes bloom from seasons, Not from mistakes. Some distances are drawn by time, Not by the hands that reach across them. Don't make yourself the author Of every unfinished sentence. Some pages are left blank Because silence belongs there. There is a strange mercy In not standing at the center Of every ending, Of every change. The sun does not rise to prove a point. The stars do not dim to send a message. Life simply unfolds, Wild, indifferent, beautiful. So carry your kindness, Leave your footprints lightly, And when the world turns without asking, Smile. It's not about you. That's how it is. © 2026 Gloria Penelope
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I was Born for More #spokenwordpoetry #creativewriting #poetrydaily

I was born for more, 
not to shrink into corners of silence,
not to fade beneath the weight of ordinary days,
not to exist as something half-lit,
In a world asking for brilliance.

There is something in me
that refuses to settle,
something restless and awake
even when I try to rest.

I was born for more
than quiet hesitation,
more than doubting my own hands
as if they were not built
to create, to shape, to move.

Inside me lives a voice
that does not whisper smallness,
It calls for expansion,
for color,
for meaning that spills beyond me
into everything I touch.

I was born for more
than watching life pass by
like a distant window I never open.
I was meant to open it,
to step through it,
to let the world feel my presence
without apology.

There is skill in me,
not waiting to be discovered,
but waiting to be unleashed.
Like rivers held too long in stone,
like fire kept too long in still air.

I was born for creation,
for shaping what did not exist before me,
for turning thoughts into form,
and silence into expression
that breathes on its own.

And when I give,
it is not empty giving.
It is overflowing.
It is a part of me
that understands I was never meant
to keep everything inside.

I was born for more
than myself alone.

I was born to lift others
without losing my own light,
to remind them
that something greater
also lives within them.

There is a purpose in me
that does not sleep,
even when I doubt it,
even when the world feels heavy
and unfamiliar.

It waits patiently
beneath every hesitation,
beneath every fear
that tries to make me smaller
than I was created to be.

But I was not born for smallness.

I was born for impact,
quiet or loud,
seen or unseen,
But always real.

And even when I forget,
even when I drift,
something in me remembers:

I was born for more
than surviving days.
I was born to shape them.

I was born to create,
to inspire,
to rise,
and to remind the world
That light does not ask permission
before it shines.


© 2026 Gloria Penelope

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