On a search for
assurance,
I was sat across
the Intrepid,
just a fence
and a bit of sea
between us.
As I was wishing,
so fervently,
through the depths
and the darkness of the night,
I might not have noticed
the Sun,
over my shoulder,
beginning to rise.
I hoped for
the certainty
prescribed for Fear —
the insidious syndrome,
pernicious and insipid.
The day breaks
like a fever,
reticently.
And here’s
to hoping, Intrepid
with me.
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Eshiemomoh Osilama is a second-year medical student at Geisinger Commonwealth School of Medicine in Scranton, PA class of 2024. He graduated from Columbia University in 2016 with a Bachelor of Arts in biology. He enjoys reading and writing poetry, baking, theater, singing, museums, traveling, beaches and oceans, photography, and being an extraordinary guncle.
