Michael Gollin
July 2016
I am lost in a strange land between life and death.
My body rebels.
My mind resists.
I know the destination.
It is unavoidable.
The question I confront is how will I get there and when.
Most people don’t even recognize that this land exists.
But some admire me just for being here.
I am a pioneer.
I can’t use my hands or legs and I can’t talk or eat or breathe without a ventilator.
But I will find my way in the end.
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You will, in fact, find your way Michael. In the meantime your impact on those of us who may not be thinking of “this land” is immeasurable. Thank you.
Powerful poetry, Michael. Despite the losses you still make an impact on all of us who face this journey.
Ordinary existence is a fantastic balance act, and we don’t realize it until illness strikes.
As always, Michael, I read your words with awe. Your spirit is indomitable.
You are one of the most wonderful life enjoying humans (LEH) i have ever met! I know you’ll kick ass in the next LAND(ing) too.You are one Terra Surfer Extraordinaire!! Thanks for wording your visions so approachably yet unfathomably . XoM2M
Your words are beautiful. They touch everyone who reads them.
Michael: Thank you once again for sharing your thoughtful points of view. It is hard to fathom being caught in limbo land, but I’m so glad you are sharing your ideas and perspectives. Much love, Janna
Hugs from across the country Michael.
Echoing the comments of others here, Michael. Your poem in both sad and beautiful. I admire your courage, curiosity, and optimism. Hate this damn disease. Xoxo
Sacha
Mike – I think of you often, especially this time of year. I still have dreams I’m at Santuit Pond. I still see us all as kids walking gingerly down the stony roads… Thank you for your poetic, insightful writings, and I will continue sending you loving thoughts. Give my regards to your family when you see them.