"Why did you become a nurse?" she asked with tears and angry eyes.
"You have no soul, you're just a witch consumed with telling lies."
"I hurt, I weep, I scream, I rage and you just stand and stare."
"Why did you become a nurse? You know that you don't care."

Why did I become a nurse? I ask myself a thousand times
As I am witness to her pain, resultant of no crimes.
I am the one she rages at, yet brings her burdens to.
I help to lift the soul-deep weight so she can struggle through.

I hold the hand that shakes with fear through night's tormented dreams.
I calm the rage, misplaced toward me, spat out in hateful screams.
I teach the pain-wracked child within to understand the pain.
I help her find a way to turn the losses into gains.

And then, I see the first new day as understanding dawns.
I see the joy replace the fear as my patient sheds her bonds.
I see a shattered spirit rise and stand to face the day.
That's why I became a nurse, to help to light the way.

A Nurse

A hand reaches out through a blanket of pain
And prays for an answering grasp.
A panic-choked voice calls for help in the dark
And prays someone hears when they gasp.
A fear-numbed mind looks through tear-filled eyes
And prays to receive some relief.
A saddened soul seeks another soul
And prays for solace from grief



A nurse is a hand to hold in the dark
And an ear always cocked for a sound.
A nurse is a teacher, a bringer of peace
And a shoulder that's always around,
A nurse is a witness to pain and to fear
With a strength and a comfort so rare
A nurse is willing to share of herse1f.
A nurse is an answer to prayer.