Being There
“I’ve worked within the NHS for nearly 25 years in paediatrics and I’m extremely proud of all my colleagues, they are the heart and soul of this organisation that keep it afloat with their endurance and love, especially at the moment, those in adult nursing or who have been seconded to work with adults patients. Being there – even pushed to its limit the NHS is there. ”
Being There
The Common Man
lying in his bed,
dying.
Laboured breathing,
isolated,
from all he loves and who love him.
In the midst of a death dance, it’s all-consuming pain and fear,
downwards,
towards the dark and empty void.
He touches the bottom of the appalling darkness
- alone.
Yet in the death dance, something stirs,
rises,
calls his name.
Sensations, feelings,
emotions, madness!
Rise, rise out of this dreadful hour.
An all-consuming feeling to fight encroaches,
pushing, like saplings rising from the earth,
spring, rise, rise, push.
And breathe, and breathe,
as she holds his hand, he breathes,
he stirs, he rises.
