Alienated.
Isolated.
Love all around me.
Alone.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Struggling to decipher
a jigsaw puzzle.
Mismatched pieces.
Scattered.
Everywhere.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Two nebulous,
opaque,
immeasurable chasms
lay before me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Quavering on each threshold.
Seesawing.
Back and forth.
Forth and back.
Trembling.
Faltering.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The particles of time
propelling.
Catapulting.
Each fallen grain
thundering across my soul.
Quaking my entire being.
Echoing.
Reverberating.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Anxiety. Anguish.
Butterflies
morphing into Dragons.
Living. Breathing.
Taking residence.
Complete possession.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Terrain crumbling,
beneath my feet.
Only traces of dust remain.
I shudder.
Staggering on the tightrope.
Pivoting on tip toes.
Teeter-tottering.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
My hand quivers
as I attempt to draw a line
in the collapsing sand.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Dreaming
for an epiphany.
20\/20 Foresight.
I’m blinded.
Close my eyes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Jump.
Believe!
Freefall.
Trust!<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Plunge
through the darkness.
Locate
the shaft of illumination.
Take my hand
and show me the way.
Lead me to Life!
Living. Breathing. Loving.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Nancy L.B. Michlin
July 8-10, 2012<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I wrote this poem when I had to make one of the most difficult decisions of my lifetime: do I do chemo or not? I went to five different oncologist and got five different opinions. I felt like I was playing a really bad game of pin-the-tail on the donkey. They blindfolded me and spun me in circles. After I got all of the opinions, I need to quiet the static, and listen to my own inner guidance. This poem came up on my Facebook newsfeed today. I thought it would be appropriate to post for our times. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
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I also want to take a moment to thank everyone for all of the beautiful comments posted on my last poem. I wanted to individually thank each person. My time has been limited. Please know that your thoughts touched my heart.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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