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…

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