Peace. Light. Love

Four years ago, my life changed more than I thought possible. Today is a day to celebrate! 
Tick Tock. Tick Tock.

Tick Tock. Tick Tock.

When we were young, 

we hardly heard it.

We almost denied 

the clock’s existence. 
If you’ve ever had a face-off,

a locked stare down,

with a demon,

the volume gets turned up.

The ticking 

becomes deafening.

Louder than 

you thought possible. 

No one knows 

when their clock 


We all try to see

the future.

Science sometimes 

gives us a crystal ball –

a forever fluid,


slice of time.

Is it the right one? 

Do we stare into it,

or do we give it a hard drop kick? 

When is enough? 
The warrior inside of me

is brave and courageous. 

Standing next to her 

is a little girl 

who wants to hide

under the covers.



they navigate 

my climb 

over the mountains,

my walk 

through the forest.




Lifestyle changes.

Pulling myself

out of the quicksand muck.

Stepping back into my life.
The clock fades

into the background. 

While it can still be heard,

I am able concentrate 

on other pursuits. 
The five year mark

looming in the distance.


it is








All occupying the same space.

Living in a parallel moment.

Sharing an identical voice.

In the same breath.


As one.
Getting TO this race ribbon

is not the finish line.

Getting BEYOND it is.

The years 

in the rearview mirror

are the sought-after 

I am not 

out of the woods.

I never will be.

The demon’s dark shadow

is always lurking.

The woods 

have become my home.

I have no other option.
The trees 

have become 

my friends.

Sheltering me 

from the high winds.

Giving me shade 

when the sun’s 

burning my skin.

Opening to the sky

when I need warmth.

Rustling leaves

humming a sweet lullaby.
I am poised 

with them.

Our roots 

are intertwining.
My trail is winding.


I skip. Meander. Hike. Crawl. Climb. Soar.

The saplings

dance with me

along the way.
Every day counts.

Every moment matters. 



I am Happy. Healthy. Strong.

I am Peace. Light. Love.

That’s all I know.

It’s all I need to know. 




Move forward.


Nancy L. Baskin Michlin

December 1 – 7, 2015

Poem #402

Dedicated: BCI Test 

Year 4


The Potato Head Generation

Whole body healthcare
is a misnomer.
Everybody’s a “specialist.”
No doctor wants
total accountability.
They are forced
into pigeonholed vision.
Our bodies are
butchered into pieces
according to the frame
on the wall.

Our system is not
driven by health.
The puppeteer
creates that illusion.
Deception by
Behind the curtain,
the Road Hogs are:

Nothing is treated
as interrelated.
Our organs are fragmented.
Isolated –
like a game of Operation.
Our body parts
are pegged into tiny round holes.
Hello Potato Head Generation!

Cancer is a systematic breakdown.
Yet breasts are quarantined.
“We will only treat you for
breast related issues.”
The unspoken words are piercing…
“…Except if you have a recurrence.”
You are a mannequin,
unless otherwise notified!
Who thought Dem Dry Bones
were all attached?
Not with our current policies.
We need a new nursery rhyme.

The hip bone’s
not connected to the back bone.
The liver and the kidneys do
not have a symbiotic relationship.
The colon is a
one-man band.
Estrogen does
not interplay with the thyroid.
The thyroid does
not affect any other bodily functions.
The sun has
no impact on the earth.
You do the Hokey Pokey,
and you turn yourself around.
That’s what it’s all about!

When will we learn?

There is a reason why
the following words have the same root:
Health, and

We are a golden,
interwoven tapestry.
Rumpelstiltskin’s trickery
is not necessarily.

We are being brainwashed
into believing a mirage.
The strings are a noose.
Stuffed into a tiny,
little box.
No room to move.
No holes to breathe.
How do we get out?

Nancy L. Baskin Michlin, M.Ed., C.H.C.
August 15-17, 2015


For being such a confident person,
I have a splash of insecurity too.
I really dislike its flare ups.
The land is cultivated.
A seed is pitched,
and it sprouts,
becoming its own separate entity.
Turning on its matriarch,
seizing total domination.
Playing me like a puppeteer!

Yesterday’s fears
haunt today.
Events which would otherwise
go unnoticed,
get magnified and distorted,
as if I’m looking through
a Funhouse mirror.

They compound
and gather momentum.
A runaway horse
trampling through my mind
and crushing my heart.
Tangled up in a labyrinth,
with no way out.
Cemented in an illusion
of my own creation.

How does one reconcile
thoughts twisted
in your own mind,
especially when your sounding board
has knotted circuit breakers?

How do you release yourself
from your own conjuring?

When your measuring tool
is what’s contorted,
how do you escape Mr. Houdini?

Unravel each crumpled thought,
one by one,
like the rubber bands
encased in a golf ball.
Fling them away.
Choose a mantra.
Sing your praises
in surround sound.
Mute self-doubt.

Breathe in Love!
Breathe out Gratitude!

Let go.
Let live.
Be free.

Nancy L. Baskin Michlin, M.Ed., C.H.C
June 2, 2015
Poem #397

My Bravado Is Back! 

I have owned it.
I’ve identified with it.
I am Proud.
And I Celebrate.

In parallel,
there are still times
it almost seems like
it happened to a different person.
A universe on a lateral plane.

I see myself on a video screen…
It does not look like me.
It doesn’t feel like me.
It feels like someone
totally separate from me.

Sometimes I wonder,
who is this woman
who looks back at me?
I am proud of her.
I am in awe of her.
I am amazed
she is me.

She stands
before humanity,
completely exposed.

Openly sharing the scars
that burned her soul.
Displaying the indelible
Purple Heart
slashed across her chest.
The remnants of
relentless mutilation.

Where was the turn?
When was the shift?
There was a time,
she could barely
have her husband look upon her.
Even the mirror
was her foe.
Now she’s poised
before the world to behold.

She. Me. Her. I.
broke through a protective barrier,
without even knowing it,
until stepping through the debris.
Brick by brick,
the Dividing Wall
melted away.
Almost imperceivable.

The Phoenix has risen,
soaring through
the majestic sky,
over the mountaintops,
to new heights,
and a breathtaking view!
Panoramic landscapes.

No more hiding.
Like a long lost friend,
my bravado is back!

Nancy L. Baskin Michlin
May 14 – 16, 2015
Poem #396
STRIPPED: Deconstructed + Reconstructed


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Targeted Butterfly Effect

Butterflies fluttering
in my psyche.
Morphing into
Creating a monsoon.
Flashing lights.
Orange cones.
Struggling to direct
their flight line.
my intention
into the wind.
a targeted
Butterfly Effect.
And then —
Let. It. Go.

Nancy L. Baskin Michlin, M.Ed., C.H.C.

April 27, 2015
Poem #395

Targeted Butterfly Effect

Given Your History…

Once you experience
a life-threatening illness,
your medical records
are seen through
a distinct viewfinder.
They are forever
colored and tainted.
A red line is drawn,
and everything afterwards
takes on a shadowed hue.
Healthcare professionals
look at your results differently.
Given Your History…
How you receive
your results is far altered
from “BEFORE.”
Running thoughts and fears
curse through
your body, mind, and soul.
Your balance
is off kilter.
Your chi
is flooded
with deafening static.
You wade through the details,
struggling for focus.
The voices
in your head
are relentless.
Lasso the runaway angst.
Rein in the panic.
Keep it tethered
by your side.
Break the loop
in your head.
Flip the record.
Move the needle.
Chant affirmations.
Drown out the clamor.
Claw out of the rabbit hole.
Nancy L. Baskin Michlin
April 24, 2015
Poem #394