#preshiftanxiety
The clock ticks slow,
my chest runs… pulls.. feeling tight,
A storm is brewing in the night.
Shoes at the door, badge in my hand,
I pray for courage I don’t understand.
The halls will echo with cries and pleas,
Alarms will shatter the quiet with ease.
Faces will search me for steady light,
While I tremble inside, hiding my fright.
The ache of the day sits deep in my bones,
Every step I take feels miles from home.
I long for relief, a breath, a pause…
A moment untouched by unspoken laws.
Yet still I rise, though heavy and worn,
Through fear and fatigue, my soul is torn.
Not for glory, not for fame,
But because they need me — I bear the strain and walk through darkness once again.
Apr 3
Apr 3, 2026 at 9:23 AM UTC