I exist in a galleria of stone.
Broken pieces place side by side,
Jagged edges meeting smooth lines.
There between a maze of solidified enigmas I pushed through,
A living, breathing being.
Michael is a husband, father, writer, poet, and aspiring author. He finds time to scribble down his thoughts in the dead of night, between ghosts and night owls. If you’d like to read more of his poetry follow the link here. Or to visit his full blog, ‘The Ink Owl’ click here.