Let my spirit soar,
Upon a rising tide.
To stretch my fingers across,
This heavenly sky.
Untethered is my being,
As sweet peace comes rushing in.
As foot leaves the ground,
And heart swells to bursting.
I rise with a rising eddy,
Aware of firm earth far beneath my wings.
Come and take my outstretched hand,
And free yourself from grounded reverie.
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.
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