The Dilemma of a Medic

Through the roiled dirt I trudge,
Bearing life, bearing hope,
For weary souls brought down in vain,
Their time ahead both cruel and tainted.

Through the marshy swamps I wade,
Exhaustion etched heavy upon my face,
Searching for souls, for men of Grace,
To grant respite, some well-earned rest.

Alas, they cry, for mother, for wife,
For sweet child, back home, sleeping tight,
As to life they cling, with mine arms as their own,
To die another day, with me by their side.

Reviews

[Nadia B.]

Of this I wish they would make a movie, and I hope for you someone who can fill your life with the care you grant others. Safety and God bless you, healing warrior.

[lashane cooray]

thanks Nadia B. yes i did find that someone very recently :) God Bless you too

[Nadia B.]

May you wear that someone as a medal of honor for all your heroic deeds, and continue to serve your country well. Also in case no one else has said it, thank you for living to defend the weak.