Days can lead to sharp places
where each step scrapes the rising blade
of troubles known to alarm.
Moments that set the hour on fire
hunting feelings and throwing them
to heartless flames.
They always take me when I
least expect, journey into grief
rotting behind a content mind.
I will gather the storms and throw them
down the river of hurt,
no callous air will ruin my day.
I have a different make-up
wear feet that skim the ground
and run to dreams I miss.
I climb galaxies of hope
wrap them round my shoulders
and sail without ever holding on.
There’s a light filling the air
I hear everyone is well,
I know there is no slow.
Under sheets I lie believing
glide along the night
and rise with everything intact.
When I step on the carpet
the room always vanishes,
there’s never a wing to guide me in.
Step into the Dark
Let the sun cover us and warm our leave
keep the air safe from death’s call,
guide us on this lonely road.
Our walk outside is shackled with fear
bells of peace no longer sound,
roads falling lower than a foot’s touch.
Life drags us along
to taste this unknown war;
tepid steps building fire.
Julie Stevens writes poems reflecting the impact MS has on her life, as well as other topics close to her heart. Her poems have recently been published in Sarasvati (Indigo Dreams), Dodging the Rain, The Honest Ulsterman and Nymphs. Her debut chapbook Quicksand was published by Dreich in September 2020. Website: www.jumpingjulespoetry.com, Twitter @julesjumping.