Poem: Hurting Charlie

Hurting Charlie

A remarkable hideous childhood

Close your eyes and relax
Where is your safe place?

I don’t have one

Imagine one

A rock,
on a cliff,
suspended

What makes that safe?

There is no one

Below,
above,
behind,
in front,
or on top

Maybe one day we can add to it

A blade of grass,
a sapling,
rain & sunshine,

People,
laughter,
seeds

A remarkable hideous childhood

Copyright October 2005 
Gary Pilarchik