If 1.6 million lives lost won’t convince them then what will one poem do?

I want to write a poem but I can’t even think straight.

I want to write a poem but I don’t know where to start.

Do I write about my day? My day without water or food or the chance to catch my breath (figuratively).

Or do I write about my patients who cannot catch their breaths (literally)?

I want to write a poem but there are too many poems to write.

Do I write about the man in bed C13 who will probably die tonight?

Or maybe I should write about the lady who we intubated today but still couldn’t give her the oxygen she needed?

I want to write a poem but I also want to relieve my bladder because I haven’t done that today either.

I want to write a poem but just as I start putting pen to paper (thought to script) my phone lights up “Twelve admissions on the way”. (I’m not even on duty).

I want to write a poem but I can’t because I’m thinking of my colleagues who are still labouring tirelessly.

Trying to hold up a nation that is drowning in ignorance.

Maybe I should write about how they will work through the night. Increasing oxygen, fighting (begging) for ICU beds. Declaring people dead.

I want to write a poem but I can’t because my head is filled with beeping alarms. “Oxygen saturation too low!”

And my hands are filled with coronavirus. And I need to take a shower.

I want to write a poem but I am waiting for our president to give me some hope. A light at the end of the tunnel. Something that will show my friends and family how serious this is.

I want to write a poem that will convince my people to stop being so selfish.

I want to write a poem but I don’t know what else to say.

If 1.6 million lives lost cannot convince them then what will one poem do?

One thought on “If 1.6 million lives lost won’t convince them then what will one poem do?

  1. Jessica, I knew you as a little girl, as you and Brooke played with my Micaela at GLYC. Your Mum, Sandy, was my one of my best friends growing up at primary school, and later high school (we were on hockey and squash teams together). I still love Sandy to bits. I am sorry about Uncle Rod, your grandpa. xxx

    I just wanted to say your beautiful and poignant poem had me tears. Keep working the wonderful way you are. You are saving lives … and warming hearts. Even if people don’t make it, your smile will be the last thing they see (and i know it’s hard to smile in a mask … but people see it in your eyes and feel it in your voice and attitude).

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