MD-to-be
With imposter syndrome raging,/ I sit quietly at my desk,/ reflect on goals for my future/ and what it means to do my best.
With imposter syndrome raging,/ I sit quietly at my desk,/ reflect on goals for my future/ and what it means to do my best.
One step and then another; / the end is near! The end is nearly here! / And yet, it is not. Not yet near. / So, I carry on, though I am weary, / though my telomeres shorten or because my telomeres shorten,
Do you hear what I hear? / The humming of machines, / which can’t breathe, / but enable artificial ventilation for living beings.
Should the symbol of medicine bear one snake or two? / If you answered two, then the joke is on you! / Or, at least, that’s the current popular view.
Every town — / We’ll say it could be any town, / until it has affected every town
American pride — from our pride we should hide, / for it’s caused us to hate, despise, and decry
Uvalde / I hear the cries of children as they play at the school across the street / They are joyful and exuberant as they play in the Texas heat / unaware of the fear that will soon be unleashed
Tears for the dead, tears for the living / who persist in this world that is so unforgiving
Why — why did you die? / Your soul took to the sky / without a conscious goodbye
A courteous knock on the door / Followed by a confident entry / Quickly halted by an urgent cry