A Heart
My heart is not a lacy valentine. / It is an anatomic pump / Engineered evolution / Strong walls of long runs
Poetry Thursdays
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Writer-in-Training
University of Massachusetts Medical School
Hillary is a member of the MD Class of 2020 at University of Massachusetts. She received her BA in Neuroscience from Oberlin College and is interested in the intersection of art and medicine. In addition to writing, she also enjoys creating medically inspired paper art and has had pieces published in "Intima" and "Pulse."
Married to Medicine
I dreamed of you when I was young / Open wide, stick out your tongue / A degree instead of a strong, young man . A future with stethoscopes was my plan
An Oath To Cancer
I wage war on you for you have let my eyes see; / I respect you, for you hold true to your decree. / But, I fight for those who lost purpose to your creed.
Days with a Daisy
Am I crazy? / I walk down the street and my ears fill with noises / And sometimes I run until my vision gets hazy.
My Choice
You say that it’s my choice? / So therefore I can choose? / I just cannot believe, / Those words you just used.
Stories
Life is a collection of stories / Housed within us all / Pages of precious memories / Plastered upon our walls
The Stairway
Climbing the steps one foot at a time \ He fell short of just one. \ But it is a part of the paradigm \ So I convince him that his journey is far from done.
Expecting
She said, / “Doctor: / I know you’ll think I’m crazy, but / I really want to get pregnant.”
Basil
It was pink / like the flowers he buys his wife. / It was not uniform.
Tongue Tied
The motor commands that choreograph speech are a privilege to possess, though I frequently find myself thinking / about silence, / and the reasons for which I may choose to leave it unbroken.
Deliverance
Jagged shards of lightning playfully dance across the horizon, / their shrieks of war struggling to keep up … / I hesitantly about-face and land my gaze upon his ethereal face.
Impunity from Lack of Immunity
On the first day of lecture, my dear, sweet professor / Had fallen ill with a case of the flu.
Contributing Writer
The George Washington University of Medicine and Health Sciences
Eleanor is a rising first-year medical student at the George Washington University School of Medicine and Health Sciences. With a passion for global and public health, she has lived and worked abroad in Haiti and Uganda for a total of six months over the course of her undergraduate career at St. Bonaventure University.