Photo by Michael Erickson

Look me in the eye,

Yes, you’re own eyes.

Consider your face,

With its flaws and blemishes.

Hold up those hands,

Each one a mechanism of change.

Look beyond the mortality,

What do you see?

An empty space?

A closed door?

I see a filled room,

An open passageway.

A brilliant soul.

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.