Change- Michael Erickson

Photo by Michael Erickson

Fatigued I feel, beyond my weary eyes,

It’s a sensation in the bones of my body.

I wish for a drink of clarity and sight,

To open myself beyond this window of mortality where I stand.

Perhaps it is time to spread my wings wide,

And soar out through an open door.

For I feel my time has come to leave,

Many dear ones and sweet ones they are too much to bear.

For many have moved beyond my fading sight,

They’ve landed on shores I only dare to dream about.

For I am tired, tired and ready for change.

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.



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