Oh the agony.
The longing for more.
It can't be true the way I'm feeling. I just want to drop nursing for English. I want to read all the books in the world, I want to sit underneath a shady tree and let my eyes wander to new places. I want to write constantly and learn different writing styles. I want to drink cups of tea with other writers and talk about people and why they do the things they do. I want to talk about interesting characters and revelational thoughts. I want to learn French and speak it as well as I can English. I also must learn sign language. There's a passion in that I can't begin to explain. It started in high school and I can't seem to let it escape me. When signing, I feel like I have the world in my hands. The words slide off my hands as smooth as a bird flying in the air. The combination of facial expressions and soft hand motions create this urge in me to learn it. These things I have an eager passion to do NOW. I don't want to wait. I love nursing but I want to put it on hold. Is this so bad?
Hot senses rush through my skin
Into my bones and out my soul they fly
Passions arising, they are not shy
Soaring hither and within
A new sunrise over the horizon
Colors never seen to this likeness
Festering and bursting forth, unable to suppress
No longer old and wizen
My dearest passion
Coming for me once again
Lips begin speaking, amen
For you, compassion
- Natalie Wright
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