A silent Child Mute to you but
loud are the intentions in which she silently tells,
This child is silent for she cannot find the words,
She scared of what might come out,
If given the chance.
She needs but Crimson to tell the words she cannot,
She needs a friend, in whom can hear her silent whispers
She needs someone who can see her heart,
and not just the frame.
she needs love, where others play there games,
I'm her friend, the one she can count on,
the one that will always be there,
I'll read her a story, that tells of truth,
A story where hurt and words, cannot combine,
Im her friend, and she is mine.
The explanation with simple word, understandale, its really good.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
As a kid my real parents were acholics and i got beat alot. It got to the point were i just wouldnt talk because no matter what i said i would still end up with the same result. I turned to cutting at 9 years old. I quit when i was 13 because i got adopted by my aunts. I now what it is like to be the silent child because i still have nightmares about it. Your poem captures the feeling perfectly. Thank you.