The Nurse

The Nurse short poem

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she’s all alone again
just a moment
composing herself
without a mirror

tremors in her chest
her rib cage
trying to collapse
upon her heart

the first one – years distant
was her grandfather
on the carpeted steps
next to the car port

watching her play
moving plastic toys
creating a play
love and betrayal

a small sound throat closing up
she glanced
his face twisted from true
play postponed

his scrawny body shaking
she’d run inside
screamed for help
then was forgotten

ambulance and tears
frantic mechanics
unable to restart
the old man’s heart

comparing stories
years later
no one realized
who carried the trauma

inside to be acted upon
responsibility divided
a dark cloud
covering the family

today in her scrubs
another one arrested
alerted by a digital scream
code blue room 202

again that face
that inward turn
eyes that saw a hidden pool
depthless and cool

all the study and practice
couldn’t hold that soul
being fatalistic
never lessened the sting

she breathes deep
ready for the night
there’s no pride
in losing a terminal fight

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a poet from Seattle Washington USA. His poetry has appeared in print in publications such as Bellowing Ark, Point Nopoint, and most recently in Contraposition magazine. When not writing poetry he is a Human Resources professional, a repentant glutton, and a novelist specializing in the weird-fiction genre.
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Nadeem Qazilbash

We are often not sensitive to the emotions of our health care workers. They have to go through emotional trauma everyday, and maybe the pain is less but they are not immune to it.



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