What was once a gleaming gown is now stained
My blouse stinks from sweat that snakes down my back
A hot steaming shower is what I want to wash down this fatigue
A few weeks ago my body screamed for rest but I didn’t budge
Now I don’t even feel the prick of needles I accidentally touch
I can barely open my eyes, they haven’t closed for a few days now
Seeing pillows makes me yearn for an endless sleep and nothing else
But I move around tirelessly with toolkits and gauze pieces
I touch hands of hundreds and hold them into mine
Seeing them clears my clouded mind and thought
I feel something go weak inside me when I see people crying for their loved ones
Thorn-like depression hangs heavy in the air
It might as well prick you if you aren’t in your senses
But nothing will stop me from moving
I vow, until my lungs give out
– Tshering Yangdon
A nurse’s story
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