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.
sometimes.
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.
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