I Am Young

There has to be a time There has to be a place Where the world turns around And sees itself face to face There has to be some “way” That the colors will never fade A time when the young can be alive The sun sets on the water And I try to understand How anyone could love this world When they can’t even give a hand I am young, I know But I will never grow If they cannot let me go If they will not let me go There has to be a time There has to be a place Where girls become women And boys turn into men These feelings inside of me Will never be set free If they lock me behind a door And throw away the key I am young, I know But I will never grow If they cannot let me go If they will not let me go There has to be a time There has to be a place When they have to let me go - Published Fenton Independent 11-3-82

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Muhammad Imtiaz

Date: 3/5/2018 10:41:00 AM

A very touchy and meaning description of transformation from from feeling less to feeling full..........impressive write

Chris Hagy
Date: 3/5/2018 9:14:00 PM

Thanks so much Muhammad, glad you enjoyed this :) Have a good one C.H.

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 1/31/2018 12:14:00 AM

wow, you have me very curious about what your war was!! a powerful poem you wrote back when you were still not quite an adult but feeling that desire to be free. I really liked this.

Chris Hagy
Date: 1/31/2018 1:02:00 PM

Thanks Andrea...I'll keep you curious and just say it was in a way a "me too" story with a "mommy dearest" twist! ... my ebook will be on sale from 2-1 to 2-8 for $1.99. It's just a story, about 160 pages... I'm glad you liked my write :) have great day C.H.

Cheryl Hoffman

Date: 1/29/2018 10:05:00 PM

Hi Chris, I just read your wonderful poem that you wrote when you were 16, you had a special talent even at such a young age. My parents had taken care of a foster girl for four years in the mid 1960's; I know its must have been difficult for you when you were a foster child too…Blessings~Che :)

Chris Hagy
Date: 1/30/2018 8:08:00 PM

Thanks for the visit and warm comments Che :) How nice of your parents to take in a foster child... I wasn't in different homes till I turned 15, and then I moved a lot! It was a weird situation to say the least. But I am thankful now to all the people who tried to help me :) Have great day C.H.

Richard Lamoureux

Date: 1/16/2018 4:33:00 PM

Sorry to hear you had so much material to work with. The good thing is that suffering makes us better more empathic writers.

Chris Hagy
Date: 1/20/2018 8:14:00 PM

Just saw this reply Richard, and I believe you are right :) Poetry has always been such good therapy for me too, and way cheaper than a shrink haha :) Have a good one C.H.

Eve Roper

Date: 1/10/2018 9:33:00 PM

Love the write ,Chris, as a parent and grandma I know how hard to turn lose. Thank you for reading my work. Hugs Eve

Chris Hagy
Date: 1/11/2018 3:19:00 PM

Thanks for the visit and the wonderful comment :) I was in foster homes until I was 18, so at 16 all I wanted was to be free!... much older now...it's all good :) Have a great day :)

Poet Destroyer A

Date: 1/9/2018 11:12:00 PM

The imagery is deeply beautiful. The flow is perfect, Chris, always a pleasure to read your poetry. Linda

Chris Hagy
Date: 1/10/2018 6:57:00 PM

Thanks so much Linda...it's a pleasure to hear from you :) Glad you enjoyed this, have a great day :) C.H.

Richard Lamoureux

Date: 1/8/2018 9:19:00 AM

This is impressive at any age. You captured the angst of youth eloquently.

Chris Hagy
Date: 1/8/2018 8:33:00 PM

Thanks so much Richard :) I had a little more than most to have angst about, but i digress... have a great day :) C.H.

Joseph May

Date: 1/8/2018 7:10:00 AM

Young people need their freedom, very well expressed Chris

Chris Hagy
Date: 1/8/2018 8:33:00 PM

C.H.

Chris Hagy
Date: 1/8/2018 8:15:00 PM

Thank you Joseph... I was surprised when my Aunt showed me this, because for some reason it has eluded me all these years. It was a nice holiday surprise for me :)

Seren Roberts

Date: 1/8/2018 2:34:00 AM

Chris I applaud you, on your ability at such a young age to be able to see things as they were..will check out the book also....Seren

Chris Hagy
Date: 1/8/2018 8:12:00 PM

Thanks for the visit and the "kudos" Seren :) If my family could have seen things (and people) for what they really were, I might have led a normal life but I digress... Have a great day :) C.H.

Susan Ashley

Date: 1/7/2018 8:34:00 PM

Wow Chris, thank you for sharing this deep, intense, imtimate and emotional write. You were always a talent, it glowed even at the tender age of 16, so great that your aunt saw your talent too.. A fantastic write.. Warmest wishes.. ~Susan

Chris Hagy
Date: 1/8/2018 8:07:00 PM

Nice to see you Susan, thanks for the wonderful comments :) My Aunt Carol is the best! Have a great day :) C.H.

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 1/7/2018 6:48:00 PM

How interesting that you wrote a book on this topic as well. If I were not always so busy, I might read it. But I can't even get around to other books that are still waiting for me to finish them. Congrats on the book and I really like your poem here.

Chris Hagy
Date: 1/8/2018 8:02:00 PM

Thanks for the visit Andrea...no worries, I don't have time to read either between work and writing. Just thought I'd put it out there anyway. Appreciate the warm comment...surprised it received such nice comments for being so young and "raw". Have a good one :)

Paul Callus

Date: 1/7/2018 2:30:00 PM

I believe that a young pen can be very expressive and impassioned, Chris. You have this lovely poem to prove what I'm on about. Young ones ask for trust in order to be able to flourish and grow wings. I must check out The Private Wars! Regards // paul

Chris Hagy
Date: 1/7/2018 2:48:00 PM

Thanks so much for the warm remarks :) If you check out the book you'll read why I had to grow wings all by myself... as well as a back bone. Have a great day Paul :)

Silent One

Date: 1/7/2018 4:08:00 AM

The talent was evident back then... and yet you did grow...

Chris Hagy
Date: 1/7/2018 2:46:00 PM

C.H.

Chris Hagy
Date: 1/7/2018 2:40:00 PM

Thank you Silent :) Yes so thankful that desperate circumstances helped me grow and not wither :) My favorite Aunt was the one who saw some talent then and published this in her local column :)

Arturo Michael

Date: 1/6/2018 7:52:00 PM

Wow...Written many years ago...And very insightful for a 16-year-old...Can't imagine where you're at in poetry presently...Fantastic...All the best Chris

Chris Hagy
Date: 1/7/2018 2:35:00 PM

Thank you so much Arturo for your visit and warm comments :) At 16 I had already seen way more than I should have... but time heals :) All the best to you C.H.