invisible wounds
lasered into the core
of the human soul
injuries so painful
they must be
denied
to avert death’s sullen
smirk of reproach
and
satisfaction
of paralyzing
a life
with
hapless playground words
that
echo loudly
into conscious moments
of today
Gosh, it’s sad how the emotional injuries we suffer as children, not only stay with us into adulthood, but, in fact, shrink the lives we live today–narrow it–paralyze it, as you say. Great poem!
wondering if this is also on abuse…there are scars you have to deny, otherwise you die of them…until the right moment comes to get some healing…always stunned at the depth of your write in such few words..this is powerful charles
Sometimes I wonder if we really know if we inadvertently hurt another, that would make me sad today, would need to make amends, if it were not too late
Read Between the Minds 
very nice! thanks for posting!
So nice to hear your voice again, Charlie, albeit in a sad tone.
I know that feeling…
Beautiful!
This poem moves me and I am appreciative of the words. Thannk you.
Gosh, it’s sad how the emotional injuries we suffer as children, not only stay with us into adulthood, but, in fact, shrink the lives we live today–narrow it–paralyze it, as you say. Great poem!
So sad, but true ,that the wounds we felt, have shaped who we are today. A very moving poem.
It’s so true. The wounds remain and we turn away from them, but they do fester.
Well done, Charles.
Interestingly, I just started a post on scars on the bus on my way to work today before I read this. Some kind of kismet, I suspect.
wondering if this is also on abuse…there are scars you have to deny, otherwise you die of them…until the right moment comes to get some healing…always stunned at the depth of your write in such few words..this is powerful charles
painful reality charles, very beautifully captured.
sad words and thought provoking too xxjen
Wow, great poem – so true – and thanks for the link to your friend’s very interesting blog (you are such a thoughtful and sweet person).
“echo loudly
into conscious moments”
i know this all to well
May each find the courage to spit the poison and heal the wound. Our bodies deserve it.
These are the hardest wounds to heal.
Strong words. Great Poem, thanks for sharing :]
Sometimes I wonder if we really know if we inadvertently hurt another, that would make me sad today, would need to make amends, if it were not too late