Submissions by DawnRaider (Dr)

Sitting
Here, dozing
listening to nothing
watching the rain falling
seeing my drab life ebbing

I have a 'disability'. Nothing earth-shattering about that. 1 in 7 of the population has one. I'm not unusual; quite ordinary in fact. I'm average height, average build, brown hair, brown eyes..... quite average. If I have an 'extra' string to my bow it is my positiveness, my energy, my ability to see a challenge and address it. In short I am a problem solver - or was until I stopped work. I probably still do it; In fact I'm actually doing it now! I also have a talent for 'seeing' the special qualities in people that sometimes, even they, don't see in themselves. I've observed it in you. A...

I walk softly through the early morning mist wrapped warmly against the dawn chill, my breath hanging in the still air like the unspoken thoughts on my mind.

I approach your room, pausing as a dog walker shuffles by on the opposite side of the road. I don’t want to share this moment with anyone. I want it to be just us; alone.

I gently open the door, my chest heaves and I am sure my heart pounds loudly enough to wake the neighbours as I glimpse the muted outline of your still form lying there under the covers. You sleep.

I stand beside you, straining to catch...

I have gone from not understanding to disbelief, anger to frustration, dismay and upset and then back to anger. Not a trivial crossness, all tutting and pursed lips type of anger that a quick shake of the head and consignment to the metaphorical waste bin alleviates. Not the normal 'laugh it off' type that I could share with mates down the pub…… No, this is serious; nasty, bitter, acrid, black bile rising in the throat type of anger which is accompanied by an anguished scream flooding up from my very soul. An all-consuming primeval raging anger, leaving a naked fear welling up inside me;...

Lying here, watching you placing your body near; not touching yet.  
Your eyes, meeting mine, catlike, luminous in the dim street light,  
a faint hesitant smile, nervous, unsure of what to expect.    
Am I a threat? A shadow; flight or fight crosses behind your eyes    
but there is no need for you to worry.    
   
In my mind the thoughts are equally unsure.    
What am I doing here?  What are you to me?    
I am transfixed by this translucent, ethereal, gossamer vision.    
   
Am I dreaming? I don't know. Slowly I focus and...