I. We. Us
A poem depicting the thoughts and feelings of nurses, doctors, and all hospital staff, in these exhausting times.
Before you read on, I have to mention that I am not a nurse or a doctor. However, I do work as a cleaner in a cancer ward. Luckily, we have had only a small amount of COVID-19 patients. Unfortunately, these patients were/now in the midst of battling two dreadful diseases. Some may have made it. Some may have not. My thoughts are with the families. Additionally, I have seen and sensed the deterioration of the ward team and spoke to them countless times about how they were managing. Most were exhausted and close to breaking point. I wrote this after experiencing one of those days.
I wake up, but it feels like I am still sleeping.
I see, but it feels like am not seeing.
I touch, but it feels like I am not touching.
I speak, but it feels like I am not speaking.
I hear, but it feels as if I am not hearing.
I taste, but it feels as if I am not tasting.
I drive, but it feels as if I am not driving.
We battle, but it feels like it’s never-ending.
We win, but it feels like we are losing.
We smile, but it feels as if we are not smiling.
We laugh, but it feels as if we are not laughing.
We cry, yet, the tears keep on coming.
I finish, go home, relax and sleep, yet, it feels as if I am not.
I wake again, yet, for us, it feels as if we are still dreaming.
The war we fight, we do it for you, to keep on living.