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.
Breathe.
Nancy L. Baskin Michlin
April 24, 2015
Poem #394
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