Spending My Days in Bed

11/03/2021 – Poem a Day Compilation



I used to dream

About being able

To spend my days

In bed not worrying

About the world

Or getting up for work

But now that I

Have no choice

But to be in this bed

I miss having the choice

And wish I hadn’t

Been so stupid

As to put my life in danger

For a cheap thrill

Not knowing the result

Would change my life

Forever in ways

I never expected

Like resenting the bed

I’d long to spend

More time snuggled in.

Waking Up in a Strange Room

25/09/2020 –  Poem a Day Compilation



I threw my feet over the edge of the bed

And felt the cold of the boards on my toes.

I stretched and stood,

Then sat back down again.



It was way too early for me to be awake

And my eyes were still adjusting to the dark.

I stood up once more,

This time finding my feet.



I was not ready for the day ahead of me

And my bleary eyes searched the room.

What was I looking for?

Oh, that’s right – light switch.



The light made me recoil and shade my eyes

Like some kind of spaced out vampire.

I wasn’t even hungry,

It was too early for food.



I opened the suitcase and stared at the contents,

Hoping for a flash of inspiration for what to wear.

Anything would do.

But not that. Or that.



I was sure I’d packed the only comfy bra I owned,

The one where the underwire didn’t dig in,

The straps didn’t slide,

And just hinted at cleavage.



I tossed the whole bag looking for it

Throwing aside the entire wardrobe

Previously ironed

And packed so neatly.



And hadn’t I packed that black top as well,

The one with the gold and bronze squiggly lines

That went with the black skirt

That I also couldn’t see.



Maybe I just needed to have a shower

And perhaps it would wake me up a bit.

So, I grabbed my toiletries

And the provided towel.



The warm water flowed deliciously over me,

And I closed my eyes as the bubbles ran away.

This was heaven;

Worth getting up for.



I wrapped the giant, fluffy towel around me.

It wasn’t like the scratchy ones at home.

Like a big hug

From an old friend.



As I walked out of the bathroom I saw it,

Hanging on the back of the door,

My skirt and top,

And my comfy bra. 

And all was good with the world.