My Truthful Dreams

My Truthful Dreams

Recently I have been having some strange dreams including one about Doctor Who, another about unrequited love and a further about asking a prime minister whether she has heard of a fish and chips restaurant in Bournemouth. The images have made me reflect over what ambitions I would like to achieve in life. Here are some of my truthful dreams.

I dream that my writing will be read all over the world. I write articles including those about living with hidden disabilities, just like the one you are reading now. I produce poetry, short stories, script and have also been finalising a young adult fiction novel. If you are moved by a story, can relate to one of the characters, if I can make you cry, laugh or you become inspired then I will continue to write forever.

I dream to have a wife and children. I am very close to my parents and sister, and wish one day to have a family of my own. This does concern me a bit as I wonder whether I will find someone who will understand I have Crohn’s disease and dyspraxia and a dad who has severe multiple sclerosis. I worry that I might not be able to have children, that my body will stop me from producing. I fear I may not be a good husband or a caring father, but I would love the chance to be both. 

I dream that everyone will understand all our disabilities. I dream to be in a world where I do not have to apologise for talking about poo at the dinner table; that I do not need to say sorry for not having the energy to get out of bed; do not feel guilty that it may take a little longer to tie shoe laces, learn to drive, that I may fumble over words; that health conditions have been and will always be a big part of my life.

These are some of my truthful dreams, and perhaps one day they will come true.
 
Perhaps one day they will come true...Copyright © 2017- Jake Borrett. All rights reserved.    


Silence

Silence

Silence echoes through houses.

Silence ripples through streets.

Silence shatters through crowds.

Silence tries to hide our voices, but our united roar will never stop...

Our united roar will never stop...Copyright © 2008- Hakan Erenler. All rights reserved.      

Fear

Fear

I fear I will be ignored again when my small intestine inflame; just like before when a doctor branded the Crohn’s disease symptoms of a nine-year-old boy as ‘imaginary’.

I fear I will be bullied again for not being able to run, write, read or speak ‘normally’; just like before when a group of school boys laughed at my dyspraxia.

I fear I will be standing beside a hospital bed again; just like before when my dad was placed into an induced coma because he developed septicaemia.

I fear I will die alone; looking at a reflected face of a frightened boy, my own face.

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In the darkest of times I fear all these things.

However, I have come to realise that in each of these situations there has been someone there to support me; a member of my family, a close friend, a caring teacher, a kind stranger. Thank you for being there for me.

I need to remember what my mum told me, that even on a cloudy day I should always look for the patch of blue in the sky. Then maybe my fears will wash away.

I should always look for the patch of blue in the sky...Copyright © 2017- Jake Borrett. All rights reserved.     


To My Bullies

To My Bullies

You bullied me.

You punched and kicked me in the corridor, but you did not realise each mark you left behind made me stronger.

You took the piss out of my lisp on the school bus, but you did not realise my voice grew in confidence.

You pointed and laughed at my dad for walking with a stick at parents’ evening, but you did not realise he would end up in a nursing home due to his severe multiple sclerosis.

You said I was alone, but you did not realise I had close friends, a caring family and supportive teachers to watch over me.

You said I was ‘lazy’, ‘stupid’, a ‘nerd’ and a ‘retard’, but you did not realise it may have taken me a little longer but I always broke your stereotypes.

You said I would not achieve anything, but you did not realise I would go on to raise awareness for hidden disabilities; have experts call my creative writing readings ‘professional’; to win ‘Radio Presenter of the Year’ at the Trident Media Awards 2017.

You thought I would not amount to anything in my ‘pathetic’ life.

You were and always will be wrong.

Jake Borrett at the Trident Media Awards 2017...Copyright © 2017- Jake Borrett. All rights reserved.        

Sand

Sand

I lie on the sand with my eyes close, listening to the waves swishing in and out, tickling my feet.

...6...5...4....

I count down the numbers inside my head, sparking images of her face.

...3...2...1...

I realise that no matter how long I wait, no one will come for us.

...0....

Her feet are carried away by the waves, but I lie on the sand stranded. 

No one will come for us...Copyright © 2015- Zukiman Mohamad. All rights reserved.