The wind
is heavy.
Propelling
me
backward.
My wings
are fatigued.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The big, bad wolf
is still lurking about,
trying to huff,
and puff,
and blow me down.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
On my knees,
fervently
flapping my feathers
with all the moxie
I can muster.
Cemented in quicksand.
Struggling
to take flight.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Again.
And.
Again.
Endlessly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Forward.
Backward.
Up.
Down.
Spinning.
Darting emotions.
Staggering.
Seasickness.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Faith.
Look to the heavens.
Trust.
Quiet the clamor.
Believe.
Turn inward.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Searching
for my Chi.
She knows
the way,
even when I don’t.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Breathe.
Close my eyes.
Listen to her.
Guiding my every step,
better than any fancy
navigational device.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Rise up.
Ascend
from the ashes.
Soar
as you know you can.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Tests.
Measurements.
Statistics.
All looking to
dictate my Heath.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Focus.
Results are
nothing more
than a static,
infinitesimal
grain of sand.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I cannot
let numbers
obscure
or blind
my vision.
Remember.
Know.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Chant.
I.
Will.
Heal.
This.
Land!<\/p>\n\n\n\n
My diagnosis
is not my prognosis.
It is only
one moment
in time.
Forever changing.
Never to be the same.
Dynamic.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
As fluid as an ocean shore.
Always in motion,
moving toward
Quantum Health.
Prevailing!<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I will survive!
I am alive and vibrant!
Nothing can stop me!<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Nancy L. Baskin Michlin, M.Ed., C.H.C
December 18-19, 2013
Poem # 383<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I have written over 400 poems. In looking through them to find the perfect ONE for my first publication on this site, I had a different poem in mind. When I opened the file for the poem I was planning on posting, this one was actually the one I “accidentally” opened. I figured the Universe was telling me something and perhaps this is the poem that someone needed to read. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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