Above the clouds, the sun peeks through. October 2014.
Beckoning me to the light, the sun shines
Pulling the covers over my head, I hide
Drawing me into the deep, sleep hovers
Shutting my eyes closed, I drift
Blood.
It’s a new day.
I am home now,
but all I see is blood.
The moment I arrived
It was a race.
Drew labs. Infused fluids.
STAT!
No matter how much we poured in
It continued to drain out
Puddles and pools of your
Thick, crimson, blood.
A steady pulse,
Stable blood pressure,
Legs still strong,
You pressed on
When you slept, I studied
Like a child caring for their parent
The wince in your brow
The tossing and turning
Into your veins, I transfused
Donated blood to replace
All the liters you’ve lost…
Maybe it wasn’t enough.
Sorry you had no sleep
Hope they figure things out
May you find rest
After a harrowing night
Leaving the hospital, the wind howled
Returning to my abode, I unwound
Searching for solace, sleep summoned.
Opening my heart, I knelt.
Prayer.
It’s a new day.
I am home now.
But all I can do is pray.
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I might be tired, but still ambitious- going to attempt to blog everyday in November for National Blog Posting Month. Anyone else interested in blogging daily? Let’s do it together!
Searching for Substance 
I hope the prayers are answered. Poignant write.
Powerful. Thank you for sharing. Prayers for your patients….
i can sense your true caring nature from this poem, and the worries you must face while staying true to your profession. i hope all of your prayers are answered. your patients are lucky to have you to take care of them.