Trigger warning : Death and Disease
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They have thousands of stories
The Pediatric ICUs
Everyday, every moment
Its happening, it's changing
Dynamic and challenging
It's a storehouse of emotions
Of solemn faces and crying hearts
Of hysterics and tears
Of internal screams
Of frustrations and anger
And you think it's easy for us?
To keep a neutral attitude
When a child goes down slowly
When a baby just sinks suddenly
And you hear the laments of anguish
And have to stay firm
Become deaf and blind to the pleas
And only do what your duty calls
'It's your job,' they'll say
We say, 'Being a nurse
Doesn't make you any less human'
It's all there
The hurt, the pain
And the hysterical tears
All hidden behind the mask of duty
And trust me that's a hundred times worse
You see the suffering of one
We see the suffering of hundreds
Little hands and feet we've caressed
Little chests that rise and fall
Suddenly going still
Monitors and beeps and oxygen
Machines and cold metal
Blinding lights and
One piercing scream wailing inside
But the hands are working
Mechanical, like a robot
Always working, the feet moving
Only we wish the memories
Could move on, once and for all
But they linger
Like a ghost of the past
Like failures and disappointments
Like suppressed helplessness
They float around that same space
The beds get filled
But that empty space
In our hearts,
Everyday, every moment
Who'll fill that?
And who'll understand?
Will you?