Poetry: Catharsis

                                                        As Sung by a Nurse

It has always been her sanctuary,

Her tone, her pitch and its beautiful melody,
When she walks, talks or wherever she may be,
It's the music of her cords that calms the rough sea,
Of her stressful yet fulfilling days' journey,
Changing diapers and sheets or caring for the sick daily, 

Missing lunches, sneaking snacks and rarely to the lavatory,
Undeniably hard and truly never easy,

There for her patients, friends and even her family,

Oh so short the time in a day,
To sing her heart out and frustrations all away

Hush now little one, don't you cry,
Mommy's gonna sing you a lullaby,
She pours her heart out without a sigh,
Amidst her painful ache, her sore eye,
Those tired feet and a night's sleep that she dearly vye,
She never cease to at least try,
For both her child and her soul that's longing to fly,
In her voice she confides all of herself sky high,

Oh how joyful it is to be free,
From all repressed and hidden memory,
Clinged unto empty spaces so very carefully,
Liberated solely through music and symphony,
Resonating tune of her singing so merrily,

Echoes along the walls of her own antiquity

"Quick, get that gauze"
"We've got a major blood loss"
No time to think or to pause,
Amidst the unpredictable chaos,
Of mounting the blade or finding the cause,
To save a life that's neither mine nor yours,
But the ones that hold the keys to the doors,
Precious to someone of a family of four,
Alas, what else could they ask for more,
Than a life that gives them a reason to soar,