A Poem about Nurses

Author:: JAMES

Nightingales Children

Bright and bold they are,
with doctors, even on par,
often battered and bruised,
even unjustly used.

Patient without flaws,
when people show claws,
give you your medication,
only ask for co-operation.

Listening for a yelp,
always ready to help,
expected to work long hours,
their destiny is ours.

About the Author

I was born in Melbourne Australia on March 4th, 1957. My mother worked in a pie van at Victoria market. My father drank. My brother, sister and I used to take time off school, go to the museum, botanical gardens or sneak into the zoo. When I was 9 we moved to a country town not far from the city. I enjoyed roaming around the paddocks. I didn't do well at school, my lack of concentration made studying difficult, I dropped out to pursue a career in retail. I managed an aquarium successfully. In 1985 I was diagnosed with schizophrenia, later with paranoid schizophrenia, with this came heavy cannabis use. I was in and out of hospitals for a long time. New medications have made me stable, I haven't been hospitalized since 2000. Psychosis radicalized my thinking, I realized I could make something out of the darkness. That was the beginning of my paranormal journey.