These days.

It’s almost the end of my clinical rotations. I have got a week left to go.

I remember when I first got to this town, apprehension made the trip with me. But now, I think I’ve ditched her along the way. She’s just not my type, I don’t see her anymore. You should see the new dame around me all the time now: she’s got poise, appeal, and has a sweet smell like dignity. Her name is confidence. I met her through His grace, after I had tried and failed, attempted and got disappointed. She came to my rescue.

I have come to like the hospital, not as a patient, but as a provider of health - a nurse. These past weeks have made me think of changing roles as a health worker. I had another eureka moment that provided answers to where I’d like to focus my career. I’m thinking Cardiology. I’d like to learn all about the heart and blood vessels; how they work, and how they can be fixed. But maybe after all the fun moments of auscultating with stethoscopes, catheterizations, and medication administrations, I could wipe the dust off my guitar and throw a shot at Broadway. I just might make the kind of music that heals the heart too. It’d still be cardiology – I suppose.

Christmas is almost here. Then, I will have about two weeks of holiday. Two weeks of no class, no hospital or patients, no waking up early at 5a.m. Another two weeks away from my family, at Christmas. The fourth Christmas. I miss them, only these days I forget how to cry.

I feel like I need to catch up on some sleep, a couple books I have missed, and hone on the guitar. My concert is coming up February the 14th. After my audition, I was told I’d be playing 4 songs on stage. I’d like to thrill the crowd. Actually, I should.

It’s easy to say you've got love for me,
when it’s in the little things you do
that show just how much you care.

Some times I look
and you’re just not there,
not here, not anywhere
but you claim that you are not aware
of how I fare…

Sometimes I fear
Yet its hard to shed a tear
I’m alone and cold
my skin is bare; no blankets to share.

Turn on the lights,
Let the nights be bright
That I might see it when you say it;
Feel it when you mean it

I don’t want to fight
Just hold tight, don't let go
let the good times roll
I'll be home right after the show.

Not alone

You are not alone...
not on your own
though the world has grown cruel
and the troubled winds have blown cold
Remember
your flesh and bone
sits on the throne...
watching over his own
And in His stretched out arms
It is shown
that you are not alone :-)

beautiful

But if only you knew
The things that I go through
just to get through to you,

Beautiful

The time is way past nine,
and I’m sitting here wishing that you were mine,
I’d like to tell you how much I miss you,
how much I’d like to kiss you

Beautiful

But only if you were mine,
Only if you would hold my hands
and look into my eyes
with that light in you that shines
so bright and so

Beautiful…

This morning I wake up
with you on my mind
On my skin I feel a touch
that is warm and kind...

I walk the streets
the dames in the corner
they all stop and stare
I try to stare back
but all I see is you...

Beautiful

But only if you were mine
and I was thine
I would change the hands of time

We’d sit on a table, wine and dine
Pour you a glass, barefoot on green grass
whisper through your ears
to let you know
just how much you are

Beautiful….