Echo of my footsteps on the hallow concrete floors
My pace quickens as my mind concentrates on the threads of the tasks ahead
Surround by strength of steel embedded by concrete: smooth, cold to touch
Finished with vinyl, glass, paint
So large in the landscape
Its reflection dull in the light
Within it innate posture it carries the whisper of hope for many
The very essence of a community with friends and acquaintances
Within wards nurse stand together connected
We share the story of our lives with each other, in the many tea rooms it contains
Holding, caring for fragile bodies
Always honour the importance of touch
We treasure the ability to heal and ease pain through knowledge and comfort
New life beginning
Life ending in a circular motion reflected like strands in a web
Intertwined with my history
For patients this building represents pain, healing, hope, love
For relatives the building represents fear, acceptance, and love
It holds within it heavy arms the very spirit of those who echo through it halls
Footsteps, strong, fast, frail, disjointed, slow and awkward
This place has given me space to learn
Find people that inspire me
Patients who share with me there story to give me strength
This place has given me skills to practice my art of healing at the highest level
This building is imprinted in my soul like rings in a bark tree
It belongs to me
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