The Misfit Poem by Sheena Blackhall

When I was young my hopes were astronauts
Shooting into the cosmos and imploding

I stood at the porch of life
Wearing my Janus faces
When others were sun soaked
Winter froze my heart

At social occasions
Somebody always stole my thunder
I was a damp squib

Successful women powered past,
Lipstick framing their teeth
Like a shark's red smile

I was a bare tree in a busy wood
Birds flocked to other branches

I sleep-walked though my childhood
Into the car crash of my teens

My friends were rivers, forests, rocks
Speechless but true, a comfort