If my trauma response could speak, what would it say?It would say , “it’s not going to get better. It’s only going to get worse.
Overcome I amBuoyed up in a current ofMagnetism, I Tingle with its force.So much, I struggle to holdMy feet on the ground. Shuttles forward andBackward
I considered it the utmost privilege to spend patients’ last moments on Earth with them. Now that I am in Radiology, I don’t have these
I wish I could tellYou that it would get better,But we all know the Truth. The world was notMade for the intricate, theDeliberate, those Who
They like to tease you In Vino Veritas, but Lies trickle out too
Shaking, shaking, he Chatters hie teeth, and I Just can’t make him stop