Such is my life at this time,
To be so full of participating in the experience.
A family to sacrifice my selfish desires upon,
To lose myself in a loving connection,
To be alive.
And yet to be employed as a one that walks the line of death.
Sometimes I stand, on the threshold, waiting for a silent hand to rest upon a labored chest.
Upon the nape of my neck have I felt an icy breath,
With my eyes I’ve beheld a beating heart stilled.
I am an observer of the inevitable,
Watching as the end approaches.
Ever a figure outlined in the oncoming sunset of life,
Yet glowing in the afternoon of my existence.
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.