From the Stormy Sky
I stretch above you, heavy and endless, spilling myself across rooftops and streets. Most people hurry beneath me, chasing work to give them meaning, desperate to stay dry. But not you. For caregivers, the work found you first.
As a caregiver, it’s etched into your DNA. The work was already coming for you, long before you even realized it was your calling. It’s a part of your core.
Some of you were shaped in childhood homes where my rain beat against glass while you steadied siblings in fractured silence. Some were shaped in hospital corridors where my thunder echoed faintly, and illness carved empathy into your bones. Others were marked on long nights when my downpour blurred the streets, and you became the one others leaned on, carrying weight until it felt like your own. In different ways, under different storms, you became who you are.
The truth is, you’re not just working a job. You’re stepping into what you were always destined for. Some people run from the cracks in this world. You? You move toward them. You pick up the pieces and fit them back together, even when it cuts back.
Every day, I fall across the city and watch you enter the quiet rooms where lives hang in the balance. I hear the voices trembling through stories only you will catch. I see dignity held in place, one more night, one more day, because of you.
And when you join others like you, I recognize it — a rare collective walking beneath me, all forged the same way, carrying the same weight. Even those who lead don’t stay above the storm. They step into it, answering late calls, taking the hard work first. No speeches — just shared purpose, and the fire it sets ablaze in each of you.
Caregivers aren’t born. They’re forged. In fire, in loss, in love, in scars. And when the storm erupts, you answer — carrying a fire that burns bright.
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