EMT
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I am a terrible texter
A shitty snap-chatter
A flop on Facebook
And all around awful at any form of virtual communication
I blame it on my depression sometimes
The warm, wet, darkness envelopes my eyes,
My breathing slows with each chest fall and rise.
Sinking deeper and further into inky black sleep,
Dear Future Emergency Responder,
There will come a time when you enjoy CPR
And others won’t understand why you are excited for another person’s emergency
Never know the pain,
of not know if tomorrow,
will come.
Seeing death every day.
Drug overdoses to Cardiac Arrest
For strength and passion is what it takesSaving lives, a person it makesThe things i've seen, the things i've doneWill normally make a normal person run.
I watch from my seat as the crowd files in
The widow and children sobbing with grief
They knew the end was near, that you were sick, yet still it's a shock
To the most important people you knew, I'm a stranger
*****************Inspired By The Snow in New York******************
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The snow; Oh, the snow
How it glistens and glows
The role I took on is not one for the weak.
I must be strong for the patient in my care.
I am the advocate for those who cannot speak.
I breathe for them when they can no longer move air.
I’ll speak my mind
I’LL SHOUT IT TO THE WORLD
Let my rage no longer be confined
LET THESE TANGLED THOUGHTS UNTWIRL
For the men and women I couldn’t save
WHOSE CHESTS I COMPRESSED
We call you a hero not because of your shiny hats, or your golden suits.
We call you heroes because you watch the backs of all your recruits;
He’s on her mind
each time he goes;
those nights she lies awake.
She knows he may never come home.
A furious fire.
Smoke pervades the night sky.
Sirens scream, he runs in.
I run into the smoky pit
To fight the monster bit by bit
Its fiery rage bears down on me
But in the demon's eyes I see
The weakness that he tries to hide
Are the axe and hose at my side
The art of saving isn’t hard to master.
Just a few months of training will do. Still,
The first death always feels like a disaster.
We spend countless hours studying and working,
