Night Time
Gathering
colour
encircling
life
leaving
lonely flickers
where
stillness hangs.
Sheltering,
embracing
all who
rest in murmurs,
swirls
of hush.
Black
sighs its name
to
inner visions
rising
in whispering minds
still
believing,
until a jolt
shakes, stirs,
lifts the final chapter
allowing morning in.
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.
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they say night disguises pain but i found that bit of wisdom to be foolish. Night frames pain.
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