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...
Nature did not come to me softly, It found me when I was already breaking, When my breath felt heavy in my chest and my thoughts dragged like shadows I could not outrun. I was low, sunken into a quiet emptiness that no voice could reach, No light could hold. And then… It touched me. Not gently, never gently. It pressed against my skin like something alive, something watching, something waiting for me to surrender. The wind curled around me first, fingers tracing along my neck, lifting my hair like a whisper that knew my name before I spoke it. I trembled. Not from cold, But from the way it felt intentional. Nature did not comfort me, It awakened me. The earth beneath my feet felt closer than it should, like it was pulling me down only to hold me deeper, to remind me I was never separate from it. And then the fire, God, the fire. It didn’t just burn, it entered in me. It moved through my veins like a slow, rising heat, curling into my chest, spreading into places that had long forg...