Greener, Brighter
2017; Lippincott Williams & Wilkins; Volume: 92; Issue: 6 Linguagem: Inglês
10.1097/acm.0000000000001712
ISSN1938-808X
AutoresRachel R. Bian, Andrew H. Zureick, Robert S. Porter,
ResumoI step away from the sterile angels with their stiff white coats. Their eyes spoke for them, their eyes and the words they did not say. I frighten them. I remind them that they wear no halo, they hold no magic wand, no silver bullets in their pockets, not today. I step across the threshold, through the door standing ajar. Everything looks different—the chair stands too straight, the counter sits too high, the lamp lies in shadow. I step back out, beyond the front porch. There are eyes everywhere, curious eyes, eyes that ask but that don't want an answer, eyes that hold a gavel in their depths. Caverns that I am afraid to walk toward. Will you close your eyes for a moment? Will you listen? I am more than a survivor. Do you hear the strength in my voice? My words echo with the conviction of waterfalls. Are you listening? Now open your eyes. See me for who I am, not what I seem. What I seem is a patch of land broken by the plow of fire. What I am is a forest. While the fire passes, once, twice, once again, the forest remains. My roots are still here. My heart is still here. I may not be as tall as I once was, but now I am greener, brighter. I embrace my new life—my crooked chair, my shorter table. I step away from the caverns, into the sunshine.
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