I feel raw with the potential of a freshly opened mind,
As a shutter drawn nigh from rusted years.
Let ink run onto paper with my untidy scrawl,
And bring me back to those places I once thought forgotten.
My childhood does call to me,
Inspiring work that I have to do.
Open my minds eye sweet inner child,
And let me change the world one page at a time.
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.