Apr 2015
A child with no name
In fragile strength and small frame
Will they see you?
Will your pain be theirs?
Your back is giving you will
As each day you seek happier tears
Life has been hard for you
And all of them close their doors at your call
Will they stop and hear you out?
Will they warm your cold nights?
Young fighter,
steady your heart
someday they will know
of the dark that keeps you awake
Young fighter,
buckle your limbs
you've put up quite a lot of fights
there will be more
Young fighter,
pick your torn
legs from the ground
being knocked down is just the beginning
So hang on,
fight on,
brave little one
In fragile strength and small frame
Will they see you?
Will your pain be theirs?
Your back is giving you will
As each day you seek happier tears
Life has been hard for you
And all of them close their doors at your call
Will they stop and hear you out?
Will they warm your cold nights?
Young fighter,
steady your heart
someday they will know
of the dark that keeps you awake
Young fighter,
buckle your limbs
you've put up quite a lot of fights
there will be more
Young fighter,
pick your torn
legs from the ground
being knocked down is just the beginning
So hang on,
fight on,
brave little one
This was extremely hard for me to write. This is a story of a young boy I met a few years ago who at a very early age was already working. He remains to be a stranger, a nameless face that will always fuel my poetry because I consider him one of the few people who taught me so much. I had to struggle what perspective I had to write this on because I never really got the chance to know him. I still believe this poem does not do his story justice.
