Ascension is what I seek, Progression forward. I crave illumination, So far from my reach. With mortal breath, My soul drifts through weakness. Bone filled with corruption, Seeks renewal. To thrust my consciousness upwards, A higher plane must be reached. Push upon the limits of this existence, As clouds wreathing this world. One foot fall … Continue reading Steps- Michael Erickson
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Abide the Rain With Me- Michael Erickson
Droplets fall from the roof above, As I hold your body to mine. Sorrow drowns your mind, Threatening to pull us apart. Abide these fears with me. As anxiety strangles your voice, You slip from my embrace. And down you fall, Feeling far from grace, Abide all doubts with me. As clouds weep upon the … Continue reading Abide the Rain With Me- Michael Erickson
The Way I Feel- Michael Erickson
I feel different, From the crown of my head to the souls of my feet. I know why, But that’s for only me. Like a window opened on an evening storm, Or bird song before the dawn. I feel the wings of a herald, Greeting a new spring. Michael is a husband, father, writer, poet, … Continue reading The Way I Feel- Michael Erickson
On A Journey- Michael Erickson
On a journey through the dark, Hands outstretched finding a way. Hope is small within my heart, As I walk the stranger way. Swiftly do my fears combine, To hedge the way before me. Terror strikes beneath my skin, As all turns to blood and bone. But I feel within the abyss, Your hands wrap around … Continue reading On A Journey- Michael Erickson
Winter’s Gray- Michael Erickson
Upon a frozen waste I walk, Beneath a blanket of sky. No feeling have I within my hands, As my teeth in chattering lie. From my lips does crimson drip, Upon the winter’s gray. No life exists where rest nere lays, Stuck fast upon this forever day. Now lay me down to dust and ash, … Continue reading Winter’s Gray- Michael Erickson
Selfish Truths- Michael Erickson
To die would be an act of selfishness, One unforgiven by the living. I am a member of those who keep the flame burning bright, Staving off the darkness that will come. I find myself holding hands with both, Longing for one and loathing the other. Yet my scale tips towards the dark, Longing for … Continue reading Selfish Truths- Michael Erickson
Dislodged Inception- Michael Erickson
How can this be? Finding myself alone in this edifice of life. I sit wishing upon a silent dark star, For an end to come. How can this be? This is one poem in a series of twelve poems showcasing an individual's journey of finding self-worth between the trauma and shame of the past … Continue reading Dislodged Inception- Michael Erickson
Unforgivable Reflections- Michael Erickson
I hate you. Everything about you. There’s nothing more I’d like than to turn away from you. Leave you there with nothing but sorrow contained between your arms. You took from me what I held so dear. Let it slip past defenses, slowing a silent blade to cut you from all that’s worth living. So … Continue reading Unforgivable Reflections- Michael Erickson
A Darkening Mind- Michael Erickson
In a stairwell I must say, Locked away forever. Let these tears dry, And this face to pale. No one needs to know this, No one needs my pain. I cannot be associated with feeling. Go on your flimsy piece of falsehood. This is one poem in a series of twelve poems showcasing an … Continue reading A Darkening Mind- Michael Erickson
Stymied Progress- Michael Erickson
What do I fear? The blank page before my fingertips, Or maybe the blot of ink as my pen runs wild. Why can I not put finger to key, I stand here thwarted- This is one poem in a series of twelve poems showcasing an individual's journey of finding self-worth between the trauma and … Continue reading Stymied Progress- Michael Erickson
