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...
Take it easy on yourself,
not everything needs fixing tonight,
Not every thought deserves a trial
in the courtroom of your mind.
You don’t have to chase every worry
down its endless hallway,
don’t have to answer every doubt
That knocks like it owns the place.
Let it pass.
Let it be noise, not truth.
Take it easy on yourself,
You are not the voice
that rushes in with criticism,
not the one that twists small moments
into heavy meanings.
You are the one who notices,
who pauses,
Who can choose
not to follow.
No judgment today.
No measuring your worth
against yesterday’s version of you,
or tomorrow’s expectations
that haven’t even arrived.
Just this moment,
uncomplicated,
unexamined,
enough.
Take it easy on yourself,
It’s okay to move slowly,
to not have answers,
to sit with uncertainty
without turning it into something sharp.
You don’t need to solve everything
to be okay.
You already are.
And those thoughts,
the loud ones, the restless ones,
they don’t need to be fought,
don’t need to be silenced
like enemies at the gate.
Let them come.
Let them go.
Like clouds
that were never meant
to stay.
Take it easy on yourself,
You are allowed to exist
without explanation,
without perfection,
without carrying the weight
of every imagined mistake.
There is nothing to prove here.
Nothing to defend.
Just breathe.
Just be.
And for once,
be gentle
with the only place you have,
You truly live:
for yourself.
© 2026 Gloria Penelope
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