It does not grace your ears,
but you can hear it.
It does not touch your skin,
but you feel its pull.
It can’t be seen or read
but nonetheless, it guides you.
Yours is the sound of a hammer hitting a nail,
a dark night’s ring,
a stiff wrist and rigid composure.
And yours, it’s a hallway and rooms,
a group with a goal,
a list of complexities
You’re in charge of them all.
Ours are not the same.
Mine is loud, and has been for a while.
It’s a dark place, just you and me.
A desperate plea,
a mind tangled and elegant.
If you haven’t heard it yet, that’s okay
It is there, growing, and evolving.
Your calling.
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Writer-in-Training
Boston University School of Medicine
Nat is a fourth-year medical student at Boston University School of Medicine in Boston Massachusetts, class of 2021. In 2017 they graduated from Hendrix College with a Bachelor of Arts in psychology. They will be applying into psychiatry this year and are currently interested in becoming a child and adolescent psychiatrist. Besides writing, in their free time they enjoy skateboarding, traveling, and trail running.