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...
In lands where the earth is scarred by strife,
Where shadows linger, cutting through life,
The cries of the fallen, the hopes of the weak,
A world in turmoil, so many to seek.
Across the mountains, through cities in flame,
A cycle repeats, no one’s to blame—
Yet blame is a chain that keeps hearts apart,
Love is a language that mends every heart.
We are but one voice in this endless storm,
Seeking the light that will transform—
Not borders or battles, not walls we have made,
But the bonds of our hearts, unafraid.
For peace is the seed that the future will sow,
A garden of grace where the children will grow.
A place where the sun sets on laughter, not tears,
Where hope is the wind that silences fears.
The earth is our canvas, the skies our guide,
Let us paint the future with peace as our pride.
For the children who follow, let’s leave them the dawn,
A world where the wars are forever withdrawn.
Let the flame of compassion light up the night,
A beacon of love, shining ever so bright.
For the peace we yearn for must come from within,
Only then can the future begin.
So let us raise voices, let us unite,
To nurture tomorrow and set things right.
For peace is the answer, the call we must heed,
A world reborn, where no one will bleed.
© 2025 Gloria Penelope
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