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...
Your heart lives in misery,
heavy with wishes you never stop carrying—
wishing you had what others call enough,
wishing blessings didn’t feel so far away.
At times, it feels like being a cursed person,
marked by fate before you learned how to speak.
But deep down, you know the truth:
No curse followed you into this world.
You were born into poverty,
into hands that were loving but empty,
into parents who had little
except the will to survive.
You fight to rise from where you began,
clawing toward a better life
with tired hope and shaking strength.
Some days, you feel lost and powerless,
like the ground refuses to hold you.
Some days, you want to run—
not away from life,
but toward peace.
Even family turns its back,
even friends disappear,
because you have nothing to offer
but honesty and struggle.
Life grows heavier, more unbearable,
a weight that presses on your chest.
You want to scream,
yet your voice dissolves into silence,
and every thought of poverty
fills your eyes with unfallen tears.
Remember this—
It is a storm, and storms do not stay.
Clouds may darken your days,
but they are always passing.
One day, your life will change,
and your smile will come without pain.
You will overcome every obstacle.
When it rains, it stops
to give the sun space to breathe.
Even when the sun hides
inside the darkest clouds,
those clouds never remain forever.
They move on.
And then—
The sun shines.
You will shine one day.
Like the sun,
You will shine.
© 2025 Gloria Penelope
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