Called to care,
first on scene,
dedicated to serve-
I know the pain,
I hear the scream.
I trust my training,
I stand ready to be
my best
on their worst day.
Some things fade
and I move on.
Some things torment
when the night is long.
I don’t speak their names,
I don’t explain.
I count the cost
and carry the pain.
Scars stay hidden,
jagged, unseen,
sharp in the dark
where the hurt lives in between.
I live transparent
in quieter ways,
when words fall short
and ghosts remain.
Some stains stay
and will never wash away-
so I choose resilience
and fight another day.