Non-Fiction Prose by New Members

I had a dream.
Not of grandeur or poverty.
Power or flight.
Race nor riot.

A dream of waking.
endlessly waking.
Sometimes sitting up in bed…
Then just waking.

Am I still there?
I may never know.
Or soon be there.
When the alarm's blare ends.

I have a child who tried to take his life a couple of years back
There is no larger pain for a mother to know that her son wants to leave this world.
It breaks my heart to know he still thinks about it.

It pains me when he rejects my help or anyone elses for that matter.

He had a wonderful childhood, loving parents and grandparents.

In his younger years, he was such a vibrant and happy kid. I think it all changed when he was diagnosed with type 1 diabetes at 5 years old.

He refuses to aknowledge that this disease affects his attitude and...

I...
am a ghost,
inhabiting these brittle bones,
wearing a suit of armour made from flesh and skin,
though it's not much good as armour.
Doesn't stop the bullets that shoot from tongues around you,
and it does naught to protect the mind.
Spinning clockwise in a counter-clockwise world around me?
That's me.
 
I'm lost,
somewhere between point A and point B I slip into non-existence.
I glide through a crowd like a shadow,
unnoticed,
unacknowledged.
 
I am the sum of all the shards of my shattered...