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.
Emotionally.
Spiritually.
Physically.

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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Dancing Her Jig With Glee

Dancing Her Jig With Glee
I don’t know which surprises me more: who I was or who I’ve become. The Nancy of Today has always been with me. She has sat center stage with my psyche. She has also enjoyed playing a masterful game of hide-and-seek. She has skipped, frolicked, and darted throughout my yesteryears. While she hadn’t fully introduced herself yet, unbeknownst to me, her role was far more significant than an Alfred Hitchcock cameo appearance. The shadow of her fingerprints are distinct when viewing reels of home movies. A grand entrance was never her style. She infiltrated gradually, almost indistinguishably, leisurely taking the reins to run the show. Once she shimmied into supremacy, I was dancing her jig with glee!

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