Saturday, January 9, 2016

Life, Death and Nursing

Sometimes I feel as though I have lived an entire lifetime in one nursing shift. 

I have borne witness to life and death in the span of mere hours. My exterior remained strong even as my insides were shaking. I have held you while you wept- in pain, in fear, in mourning. Your tears have long ago dried into the fabric of my uniform, but I carry your sorrow with me, unable to wash away the tragedy of what I have seen as easily as I have washed my scrubs and my skin of your blood, sweat and tears. 

My soul is raw, my heart as course as if it had been rubbed with sandpaper. 

My shift is over but still I carry the weight of it all within me.


  1. Wow. This is really deep. I am also a nurse and I understand where you're coming from.

  2. Hello from a new follower! This was beautiful. Nursing is where I am headed with school and I so admire those who have gone (and are going) before me.

    1. Thank you so much, Rachel! I wish you luck on your nursing journey!