Photo by Michael Erickson
Rising from this bed of ash,
I wake to find the darkness.
Sucking in a hidden breath,
I renew the life within me.
Hope is mine,
To spring eternal.
Daring against my destined fate,
I open wings so newly birthed.
Witness the depth of my power,
As the dark rises to overcome this flight.
Again will be the mind once broken,
Forever will beat the once stilled.
Death has lost its gaping smile,
Upon my will did it break its teeth.
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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Fantastic final line, really great poem, Michael. Upon my will… death broke his teeth… fuck, that is awesome. –Stephen
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Thank you so much! This made me laugh and blush at the same time. I had to go and reread the poem to see what you meant. Sometimes I’m not sure who is writing these words, they just rise up from the unknown. Thank you. 🙂
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I know the feeling well… occasionally I will find a poem on my computer and think… “Who wrote this?” You are very welcome…
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You write with such depth. The flow of your words is magic.
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You are so kind! Thank you so much, I have to say as of late I’ve questioned my writing. It’s been hard for me to sit down and write lately, but reading this helps that flame burn more bright within me.
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