NaBloPoMo 2021
I read somewhere that about one in five healthcare workers has left medicine since the pandemic started. This is a poem highlighting the predicament of someone who is thinking about quitting.

Who would I be if this I could not do
My sense of identity draws heavily on it too
Where would I be if not within these walls formidable
Working inside the confines of which I am comfortable
The life-sustaining machines’ hums and beeps
Those sounds would haunt me when I try to sleep
Where would I look for the rush of adrenaline
Except in handling the kind of medical emergencies I’ve seen
How else would I find despair morph into hope
How would I comfort aggrieved people, help them cope
Where would the triumph of science I celebrate
Where would I witness miracles modern medicine can create
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Tough the path had always been
But the pandemic brought challenges unseen
Defeat more often than success
Death, too excessive to process
The hope from vaccines that loomed large
Appeared to turn into a mirage
Overburdened, exhausted, under-appreciated
Nothing at work leaving me satiated
My cup was emptied out long ago
How to channel motivation, I do not know
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I want to quit, my breaking point is here
I am losing my raison d’être, I fear
My pesky little inner voice chimes in
Raises the arguments I gave in the beginning
Thus, back to square one I go
I’ve gushed at the highs, with the lows I’ll flow
Real, and inspiring. ODOMOBaaT: One Day, One Moment, One Breath at a Time.
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