06 | December | 2013 | awritersfountain

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Fearless childhood

A time when all things were possible

When parents were there to catch you

if you fell,

And stumble you did, often

and it was okay, because you were just learning

trying things for the first time,

exploring and discovering in equal ratio.

Then you had to grow up and you began to fear

all sorts of things

and some of them were real and could hurt you

and others existed in your over-active imagination,

the bit of you that refused to grow up.

You learnt to calm yourself down

and patch up your own wounds,

hide the scars of failure,

falling down again and again.

Nowadays, you would

run from a bear,

despite knowing

the best

thing to do

is to

stand still.

Highway

You used to drive too fast, metal to the floor, you thought it was clever to use so much power behind the wheel. Always pushing the red line, celebrating your next tactical manoeuvre amongst crowds of unsuspecting metal caskets by driving with your knees. Much as I enjoyed the thrill of speed clutching the edge of the passenger seat, I hated close range views of lorries undercarriages and constantly worried about unmarked cars.

When you left I didn’t understand, you voiced no reason, chicken-hearted you just took off at speed. I hoped that you would meet your match out on the highway that evening. I prayed for you to be written off, I had been your underwriter for too long, but men like you always get away with it, to begin with.