Ends by dawn, starts again by dusk.

More days like this and she just might combust.

She is always awake at night, questioning her sanity

And thinking of different ways to ease her anxiety.

When she arrives at work, she proceeds to the computer

Not to check if it functions, no. She’s not that much of a troubleshooter.

She stares at the monitor as the nunber of patients rises.

It might not be a lot to others, but for her it’s already a crisis.

She isn’t prepared of what’s to come that day.

All she can think of is how the heaviness on her chest isn’t going away.

-claud