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Curse of a Healthcare Worker

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By CadmaPublished 12 months ago • 2 min read

Hello, I’m here to help.

Memorize my name? It’s not important

It’ll never be important, I’m here to help.

I see you on your worst days

I provide the best I can do

Whether you’re bleeding out or burning

Struggling to breathe

Low sugar or a collapsed heart or mind

Skipped one too many meds or trying to commit suicide

Loved ones who need saving

I’m here, I’m here…I’m here

You’ll never remember my face

I smile with my mouth and fire in my eyes

If I think you’re going, I’ll ask you to stay

Family fights, lover fights, dark side of humanity

I’ve witnessed so much that I continue to carry

Hello, I’m here to help.

No my name is never important, what I do is

My job is to make sure that you find your bliss

No I’m not important, of course I’m not struggling

To you

My job is to help you and everyone I meet

Except the reflection of a defeated me

I’m raging with energy to fight all of your demons

And challenge Death themselves

They only let me win, because they know I can’t help myself

Hello, I’m here to help

What is that you need?

Don’t worry about me carrying you; you’re not heavy at all

The bags in life I carry cripple me to fall

I’ve built an unwanted strength that will eventually do me in

Maybe a drink can solve it, but not tonight another 12 or 24

I’ll sleep it off when i wake up and do it once more

Am I breathing? Of course I am, I’m not the one whose cyanotic

Yes, I’m on the outside even though we’re both psychotic

But don’t worry about me or the loose bags beneath my eyes

I’m here for you, not for me

No there’s no help for me…because all of us are helping all of you

There’s no one left for us, for all that we do

Hello, I’m here to help

Yes my soul is exhausted

Maybe if i’m lucky, after working myself to sickness

In the end Heaven will give me a kiss

Yes, I’m smiling cause nothing’s wrong

I’ve already compartmentalized and you are the priority

And when I clock out today, I still won’t have time for me

I have a caduceus staff to lean on as I weep

And the snakes that wrap around it will talk to me.

Hello, I’m here to help.

How long have your been feeling like this?

Does anything make it feel or worse?

I appreciate you asking me the same,

But I’m here to help, and you asking doesn’t change my curse

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Cadma

A sweetie pie with fire in her eyes

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    Written by Cadma