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Doubt

Sally

Poetry
I am constantly searching for the answers,
I feel I cannot dance death’s dance.
My stethoscope hangs like a noose around my neck,
Everyday feels like a train wreck,
Has happened right around the corner.

Sometimes it feels like God is beating me down,
Beating me down, right into the ground.
I cannot save them all,
I cannot catch the ones that fall.
And like a metastasising cancer it’s slowly defeating me.

The difference between me & all the collars,
Is that it is not all about the dimes and the dollars.
It’s about helping those in most need,
So I will be there for them when they bleed.

I started to try and write a creative prose but I couldn’t find anything that I felt comfortable writing…so I decided to write a poem instead as it felt less intimidating.

This poem is about a young doctor struggling with the pressure from patients and colleagues. He is dealing with the fear of not knowing what to do. For years he has been protected and nurtured under a senior supervisor and now suddenly he has to make these life or death decisions all by himself; and he doesn’t trust himself. I think sometimes the worst kind of pressure is the pressure we put on ourselves.

Whole Person Care – Year One