We Carry It Home
Your image of sadness and fear,
Your silent pleas for help,
Your screams of pain –
We carry it home.
The weight of regrets,
Not being fast enough,
Not strong enough,
Not smart enough –
We carry it with us.
The burden of missed moments,
The mistakes we didn’t catch,
The helplessness when we couldn’t fix it –
We carry it home.
Not being enough for our patients,
Not able to ease their suffering –
We take it home.
The last smiles,
The last breaths,
The last confessions whispered in trust –
We take it all home.
Each shift leaves a mark,
A piece of all our patients stays with us.
We hold their stories in our hearts,
We wear their pain.
And still, we show up the next day –
Because we are nurses:
Dedicated, compassionate, committed –
Holding our patients’ hands in their darkest moments,
And carrying what they leave behind.
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