Secret Cabin- Michael Erickson

Run fleet-footed with wings of light,

Take me from this tortured sight.

Away from these prying eyes so dark,

Spring forth my body as a lark.

I wish to be free from modern bonds so tight,

And forget this empty pointless plight.

Let me feel the setting sun so warm,

As earth cradles my traveling form.

Now end my path upon this door,

And leave behind our world wrapped in forgotten lore.

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.

6 thoughts on “Secret Cabin- Michael Erickson

    • Thank you! Really this is a place where you feel the marrow of your bones speak. Sometimes I can’t handle having to leave this cabin and go back to the real world. Your comment was what my heart longed for while I was writing it (in the middle of a city park with my kids screaming and traffic all around).


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