Morning Rising The MS Way

Tiredness walks like mist through my mind
Playing with the edges,
Clouding the thoroughfares
Stroking senses unexplored
Firing plexuses I didn’t even know I had

Reality shifts
Daylight dawns
Ragged cloths of memories and perceptions
Drift like floating islands across my brain

A good space to stay wrapped in the blankets
Sprawled in decadent folds
For the day

Until brain fires, legs jump
As if strings are attached
And someone is enjoying the game

‘Get up, get up!’
As if there was a choice…