Dreams Versus Reality
My balance beam within the clouds / Seems lost amongst the starry night / As dreams and thoughts blur vision to / The reality of my true plight.
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My balance beam within the clouds / Seems lost amongst the starry night / As dreams and thoughts blur vision to / The reality of my true plight.
I’ve heard this before, / This insidious pain you describe, / That grinds and gnaws / Diffusely below the stomach
Where the consciousness floats into the medicine / Where the sacred meets the metal / Where the steel cuts the energy field
We were called out. From the darkness, we came. Like a deer in the black morning, we arose in that witching hour before the sun obliterates the fog to begin our walk on that narrow path.
I approach the translucent window, / a milky opacity locking tight its hinges. / Vainly I press forward, reaching / for the soft sill on which to rest my hand.
We wield the privilege of the scalpel, / Slice skin, / Cauterize the cutaneous, / Disrobe the depths of disease.
It’s 1 a.m., everyone’s running on three cups of coffee / When a man stumbles through the entrance / And I could hear whispers of / It’s him, the homeless man, back in the ER again
The first thing she noticed, / Was her heart fluttering off and on, / The doctor saw her pale, / And iron pills were called upon.
new introduction / my name is… / and i’m a med student
Never grow old she says, / As the IV beeps and her SCDs hum. / Enjoy your youth she says, / As her body creaks and her fingers drum.
you almost died today. / you almost brought yourself back to life / knowing another heart, too, / makes warmth between your breasts.
his eyes beyond his glasses / dart from me / rest on the corners