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SOCSCI 100 week 1_The Journey of a Nursing Student

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SOCSCI 100 week 1_The Journey of a Nursing Student

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In quiet halls where whispers blend, A nursing student’s journey wends, Books piled high, knowledge to seize, In solitude, I find my peace. Late-night study, coffee brews, Dreams of healing in every cue, With every page, the world expands, Yet in my heart, a longing stands. Friends are busy, lives entwined, But here I forge my path, aligned, With stethoscope and heart in hand, I stand resilient, strong, and grand. Clinical days, the patient’s gaze, In moments shared, I find my ways, Though loneliness may whisper low, Compassion’s light begins to glow. With every lesson, every tear, I build a future, hold it near, For in this solitude, I grow, A healer’s spirit, strong and slow. So here I tread, my journey’s song, Though often alone, I still belong, In every heartbeat, every call, I find my purpose, embracing all.

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In the hush of dawn,
a butterfly flutters,
its wings painted with whispers
a tapestry of azure and gold.

It dances on the breeze,
a delicate brushstroke

against the canvas of morning,
searching for solace
in the heart of a flower.

Petals unfurl, soft as dreams,
cradling the vibrance,
offering a sanctuary
a sweet embrace of nectar,
the promise of life.

Here, in this moment,
time pauses,
the world narrows,
and all that exists is
the fluttering heartbeat,
the fragile beauty of connection.

Sunlight spills,
spilling warmth upon the scene,
as the butterfly sips,
drinking in joy,
unraveling the secrets
of bloom and blossom,
a fleeting kiss of nature’s grace.

In this dance of color and light,
the butterfly and flower
weave a story,
an ephemeral tale,
of beauty,
of transience,
of life entwined.

And as the day stretches on,
the butterfly takes flight,
leaving behind a whisper
in the petals,
a reminder of the magic
held in the softest of moments.

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Gather 'round, my dear kin,

Let's make some memories, let's begin.

Laugh and play, enjoy the time,

With loved ones near, everything's fine.

Sharing stories, sharing jokes,

With all our hearts, no one mopes.

Playing games and eating treats,

Our bond grows strong, nothing beats.

In these moments, we find joy,

In each other, we find our buoy.

Through thick and thin, we stick together,

Family ties, lasting forever.

So cherish these times, hold them dear,

With relatives close, have no fear.

For in the end, what truly matters,

Is the love we share, like endless flatters.

So have fun with your relatives, make memories grand,

In each other's company, take a stand.

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I miss my family, oh so dear,

Their laughter, love, and presence near.

The hugs, the talks, the smiles bright,

I long for them both day and night.

Though miles may keep us far apart,

They're always with me in my heart.

Their support and care, a guiding light,

Helping me through each day and night.

I cherish the memories we've shared,

The bond we have, unbroken, unimpaired.

And though I may be feeling blue,

I know their love will see me through.

So until we meet again one day,

I'll hold onto their love in every way.

For family is a treasure, pure and true,

Forever in my heart, forever anew.

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In shadows deep, where dreams collide,
A weary heart begins to hide.
The weight of burdens, heavy, vast,
In silent whispers, echoes of the past.

Each step a battle, each breath a fight,
In the darkest hours, we seek the light.
Yet from the struggle, strength is born,
Like fragile blooms that rise at dawn.

The storms may rage, the night be long,
But in the struggle, we find our song.
With every tear, a lesson learned,
In every flame, the heart still burned.

So let the winds of change blow strong,
For in the struggle, we all belong.
Through jagged paths, we find our way,
A tapestry woven, night and day.

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Rainy Days

In whispered tones, the raindrops fall,

A symphony on rooftops, a gentle call.

Each droplet weaves a tale of gray,

In the heart's quiet corners, where shadows play.

The world outside, a blurred canvas lies,

As puddles mirror the somber skies.

Each splash a reminder of dreams unspun,

Of laughter lost and battles not won.

Yet in this gloom, a softness glows,

A tender hush where stillness flows.

We find ourselves in the quiet embrace,

Of fleeting moments, a slower pace.

With every storm, the soul is cleansed,

Old sorrows washed away, the heart mends.

Beneath the clouds, new blooms take flight,

In the darkest hours, hope shines bright.

So let the rain fall, let it pour,

For in its cadence, we find more—

A chance to feel, to reflect, to cry,

In the rhythm of the rain, we learn to fly.