Julie Stevens, Lying in Bed


Early morning brings me to my senses

Another day to survive the madness of me

Can I lie here some more?

It seems I’m flying this morning

Hovering over a mattress by one finger length

Rather than waking to a body full of splinters

Today I’m suspended with dreamy voices

Whispering angelic words of an ideal existence

Can I lie here some more seems to be a fitting request

Activities start in the house

Cutlery crashing, children shouting

I instantly land on a bed no longer soft

It takes a few minutes of wriggling and pushing

Before I’m sat knowingly on the edge

The solid wall reassures me whilst I find my legs

Full of unsteady leaking sludge

The floor doesn’t seem safe anymore

My first steps are laboured

Sinking in potholes left in strategic places

Slowly and tentatively I reach the chest of drawers

And enjoy its steady workmanship

I grab a stick and tap into my day

About the contributor

Julie Stevens lives in Cambridge, UK. She has had Multiple Sclerosis (MS) for 30 years. She used to be a teacher and was a successful athlete. Her poems tend to reflect the impact MS has on her life, as well as other topics close to her heart. Her poems have been published on the Runcible Spoon webzine and in the MS Matters magazine. She publishes under the name Jumping Jules. Her website is www.jumpingjulespoetry.com.

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