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
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