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 the heart of the poorest African villages
and in forgotten corners of the world
life rises heavier than we imagine,
harder than words we use from comfort.
There live children
who have never known a school bell,
never traced letters on a clean page,
never sat beneath a roof
built for learning and hope.
They grow where survival is the syllabus,
where hunger teaches first,
where water is carried before dreams,
and childhood ends early
without anyone calling it a loss.
They do not know the promise of a good life,
not because they lack ability,
but because opportunity never found their path.
Talent sleeps in dust,
genius walks barefoot,
potential is buried beneath routine.
Even now—
in this modern world of screens and satellites—
These children remain unseen, unheard,
as if progress forgot to knock on their doors.
Who knows what they were meant to become?
Doctors without books,
engineers without tools,
leaders without classrooms,
minds meant to heal and build the future.
If only they were shown technology,
if only education reached their hands,
The world would change
quietly, powerfully, forever.
God, have mercy and locate them.
Find them in the valleys and remote roads.
Touch their lives with light,
open doors where walls stand,
turn forgotten beginnings
into hopeful tomorrows.
Let no child’s destiny
expire unseen.
© 2026 Gloria Penelope
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