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



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

Lead Me To Life! 

Lead Me To Life!
Two nebulous,
immeasurable chasms
lay before me.
by the shouts
and whispers
of others.
to quiet
the outside clamor.
My inner voice
is tangled
within the static.
Straining to
distinguish the two.
Looking down
from the edge of the cliff.
Vertigo engulfs me.
The abyss
is filled with
razor sharp,
jagged edges.
The other side
is so obscure.
Thick fog.
A mystical mirage.
Particles of time
Each fallen grain
thundering across my soul.
Quaking my entire being.
Anxiety. Anguish.
morphing into Dragons.
Living. Breathing.
Taking residence.
Complete possession.
Terrain crumbling,
beneath my feet.
Only traces of dust remain.
I shudder.
Staggering on the tightrope.
Pivoting on tip toes.
My hand quivers
as I attempt to draw a line
in the collapsing sand.
for an epiphany.
20/20 Foresight.
I’m blinded.
Close my eyes.
wings or a net.
through the darkness.
the shaft of illumination.
Take my hand
and show me the way.
Lead me to Life!
Living. Breathing. Loving.
Nancy L. Baskin Michlin
February 25-26, 2015
Poem #393


I will never forget the anxiety and fear I felt this night three years ago. It was the night before my first mastectomy. I said to my husband Chris, in the protection of his arms lovingly wrapped around me, crying on his chest, “I don’t want to do this.” I inhaled and sighed with all the resolve I could muster, “But you know I will.”

I cannot begin to tell you what I felt that night. I was scared, grabbing onto my breasts, holding on to them as tightly as I could, knowing the left one had to go. I wanted to run away and hide on a warm, beautiful island. When I closed my eyes, I could almost feel the warm, ocean air caressing my skin. Upon opening my eyes, that same air chilled me to my bones. I knew as far as I could run, the stalker, the beast would still be on my heels. I knew I would do whatever it took to get, and stay, cancer-free.

Three years later, HERE I AM!! That night, I had no idea what was to come or who I’d be today! Stronger, healthier, and better than ever before!! Nancy Version 2.0!! There is abundant sunshine on the other side of the mountain!

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

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