Do not glorify your job if you cannot do it properly. Do not glorify your job if you belittle other professions. Do not glorify your job if you only think of it as regretful hard labor.
Be a nurse, true to the profession. Save lives and make deaths dignified. What matters is the right kind of attitude. What use do we have for arrogant smart***** if they cannot work well with the rest of team.
Please don’t post “Proud to be a nurse” when you can’t even handle the lava-like bowel movements of your patients. Please don’t pretend to be a proud nurse when you ruin the profession by doing harm to your patient. Please stop asking for a raise when you only do a third of what you are supposed to be doing.
We all get tired and cranky and unsatisfied, but don’t ruin the name of our profession by being irresponsible, disrespectful, and downright annoying.
I solemnly pledge myself before God and in the presence of this assembly to pass my life in purity and to practice my profession faithfully.
I shall abstain from whatever is deleterious and mischievous, and shall not take or knowingly administer any harmful drug.
I shall do all in my power to maintain and elevate the standard of my profession and will hold in confidence all personal matters committed to my keeping and all family affairs coming to my knowledge in the practice of my calling.
I shall be loyal to my work and devoted towards the welfare of those committed to my care.
The Nightingale Pledge, 1935
Named in honor of Florence Nightingale
Falling stars are burning bright,
Just like the fires that we light.
Lamps that burn the midnight oil,
Beneath the sheets we are coiled.
No stories left untold.
No Rosetta stone needed to decode.
The memories that we share,
They keep us warm when we are bare.
These books, they hide my shame,
For all our stories are untamed.
Not a day I can recall,
When I did not give my all.
My heart, my mind, my soul,
All for you to closely hold.
My body cannot remember,
The way I was before.
The nights under cryptic skies,
The moon, a shrine full of lies.
Our shadows swimming in the sea,
Underneath the good old tree.
You’re my favorite regret,
The only memory I’ll never forget.
Our stolen moments together
Are the best forever and never.
Since I’m following a couple of poets on WordPress, I realize that I have a long journey ahead of me in terms of writing and poetry. I am envious of their prowess and can only hope that, someday, I will be as great as them. Much like Dante and e.e.cummings and Edgar Allan Poe and Shel Silverstein.
Forget me in the morning.
Run away at first light.
Mistakes are better left undiscussed.
Avoiding each other for a while.
Party hard and get drunk.
Get high and seek the rush.
Find each other and fall again.
Reminisce the secret night.
Another skeleton in the closet.
Bare skins and bodies warm with sweat.
Words whispered are confusing lies.
The night passes in a blur of shadows.
Dawn is bright and harsh.
Lying in each other’s embrace.
A promise unspoken in pools of brown and black.
No words are needed to keep this safe.
There can only be so many tears shed. I cannot fathom the depths of these feelings. The petty insecurity we all go through, these shallow pools of self-doubt. We mirror the haughty confidence of giant slayers even though we are blind to our own strength. We are overzealous in our portrayal of power to conceal our great fear. There is much freedom destroyed in our unsuccessful seeking of security; there are friendships lost to the sea of greed.