Visitor

Visitor

 

 

She says she can help me

when the world rushes by,

guard me from being swept

into their urgent storm

and allow me to switch off a light.

 

She says the road to envy will

only tire me more,

set me on a dangerous path

to bitter tongues,

spilling more slates of sorrow.

 

I ponder on the hold she’s

got on me here,

see this window won’t open now,

meddling hands have stolen my release,

left me sick in this furnished tomb.

 

She says the best journeys are taken

with eyes that can see a view,

a ticket bought so you won’t miss

the thrill, of passing laughter, shrieks

and a love held tight.

 

I know she will stay and will

not leave my room,

baggage she’s left does not stand so easy,

her ways in time may open kind doors,

but I didn’t invite her here.

 

 

 

Julie Stevens

  



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 Ariel Chart, Dodging the Rain, The Honest Ulsterman and Dreich. Her debut chapbook Quicksand was published by Dreich in September 2020. Website: www.jumpingjulespoetry.com, Twitter @julesjumping.