The Silent Cry Poetry Collection

The Child Without a Name

The Child Without a Name

The child without a name,

Grew up filled with shame.

Couldn’t escape the lies,

She saw in their eyes.

Rain clouds would follow her wherever she went,

Couldn’t run from the chains of torment.

Roaming rumours behind her back,

Assumed a heart they did lack.

Feeding frenzy whenever she did something wrong,

Under their sea she did not feel strong.

But of course, what could she do?

Wasn’t the cold that made her so blue.

The child without a name,

Always took the blame.

Couldn’t block out the voices she heard,

Rolling along were the sinister words.

Then one day she on top of the world,

The years had passed and her luck unfurled.

Her strength and confidence grew,

Nothing could stop her now she knew.

The child without a name,

Grew up not the same

As before, happier she became,

Because in the end, she had her name.