In The Morning Light- Michael Erickson

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I stood before you,

Feeling the morning’s light break upon my skin.

You were so close, I counted the freckles upon your face.

But I was a ghost among the living.

A hundred words held be bound to a place I’d never wanted to be.

Damnation wound tight around my legs, drawing me in.

Shame danced before my eyes as I blinked away tears.

And in the sun’s rays I lost my voice, forever.

You wiped sweat from your brow and looked at me.

But I was already gone.

This is the first in a series of twelve poems showcasing an individual’s journey of finding self-worth between the trauma and shame of the past and a desire to find healing in the present. Links will be added as the poems are posted.


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.

 

7 thoughts on “In The Morning Light- Michael Erickson

  1. Michael, I love this, it speaks to me in a powerful way. Damnation wound tight around my legs, draws me in. So close I can count the freckles on your face. A poignant poem that tells a powerful story itself. I look forward to the next 11! — Stephen

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