Sanctuary- Michael Erickson

Out here the world isn’t so close.

The road is not a far way off,

Sounds of cars passing by still permeates through hissing grass.

But the sky, you can escape into its wide open arms,

Out here where the world isn’t so close.

I come here to remember, but also to forget.

The stresses of the day,

The blood upon my hands,

The balance of life and death that is mine three times a week.

All is buried in this nature around me,

Out here where the world isn’t so close.

Remember what makes you, you, I say out loud.

You are alive, feel your heart beat?

The air fill your lungs?

That sunshine warming your skin?

Each foot planted firmly on the ground.

Remember who you are,

Out here the world isn’t so close.


The poems this month have a very personal touch as each one was crafted silently by the bedside of a dying patient. This poem is part of a larger collection highlighting my personal experience working in the healthcare field. if you’d like to read more follow the link here

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.

 

 

8 thoughts on “Sanctuary- Michael Erickson

  1. I love this it’s wonderful and just transports you into the peace of nature. I’m quite familiar with these prairie fields. I’m a city girl, but there is a serenity here’s even driving through them, that can’t be found elsewhere. Wonderful Michael.

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