Chris Hagy Poet Free verse

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 March 5, 2018 at 10:41 AM A very touchy and meaning description of transformation from from feeling less to feeling full..........impressive write Chris Hagy March 5, 2018 at 9:14 PM Thanks so much Muhammad, glad you enjoyed this :) Have a good one C.H.

Andrea Dietrich January 31, 2018 at 12:14 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 January 31, 2018 at 1:02 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 January 29, 2018 at 10:05 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 January 30, 2018 at 8:08 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 January 16, 2018 at 4:33 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 January 20, 2018 at 8:14 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 January 10, 2018 at 9:33 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 January 11, 2018 at 3:19 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 January 9, 2018 at 11:12 PM The imagery is deeply beautiful. The flow is perfect, Chris, always a pleasure to read your poetry. Linda Chris Hagy January 10, 2018 at 6:57 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 January 8, 2018 at 9:19 AM This is impressive at any age. You captured the angst of youth eloquently. Chris Hagy January 8, 2018 at 8:33 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 January 8, 2018 at 7:10 AM Young people need their freedom, very well expressed Chris Chris Hagy January 8, 2018 at 8:33 PM C.H. Chris Hagy January 8, 2018 at 8:15 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 January 8, 2018 at 2:34 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 January 8, 2018 at 8:12 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 January 7, 2018 at 8:34 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 January 8, 2018 at 8:07 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 January 7, 2018 at 6:48 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 January 8, 2018 at 8:02 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 January 7, 2018 at 2:30 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 January 7, 2018 at 2:48 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 January 7, 2018 at 4:08 AM The talent was evident back then... and yet you did grow... Chris Hagy January 7, 2018 at 2:46 PM C.H. Chris Hagy January 7, 2018 at 2:40 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 January 6, 2018 at 7:52 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 January 7, 2018 at 2:35 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.