A Nurse Cries

 

She cries

Salted pain hangs from her lashes

And falls upon her light blue smock

To mix with the sweat of long days

 

She cries

For each life as it passes

In a constant state of shock

As death takes count in virulent ways

 

She cries

As lack of sleep takes its toll

But she is so driven to care

Always a part of her giving heart

 

She cries

Respect not always given her role

Hidden behind the mask she must wear

For how her life has been torn apart

 

She cries

Leaning against the still woven part

Of nerves now frayed and threadbare

She tends the wounds of her own soul

 

She cries

To cleanse the mind, let some healing start

For she knows there is still need out there

And there is fate that she cannot control

 

She cries

Not for…