My tribute to the profession and that one situation I couldn't fix, but would almost kill myself trying to make it better.
I want to be free, of this burden,
My nagging anticipation.
And yet I feed it.
Like a cancer it grows in me
constantly increasing its vigilance
and occupying my sole.
I invest in its every want,
And I fulfill its every desire.
Yet I ask no gratuity,
of my intervention.