I am renewed.
As a chick from the egg.
Cracks of life being for my mortal being.
For the ripples of my consciousness are woven together.
Crossing a pond of glass I coalesce in the sunrise of a new day.
A Phoenix of a forgotten age birthed forth onto a recurring, rotating piece of cosmic dust.
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.