Tag: poetry
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that little space
That little space Between my eyes Is the place That grows the most tired At the end Of a 12 hour shift. Lovingly, I press That little space. That little space Between us Is the space That I always want To fill in. Lovingly, I come closer To share That little space. That little space…
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deadlines
Do you ever feel like Your brain has a million Tabs open at once? Or you are swimming upstream And the flow of the river Grows even more Turbulent? Do you ever feel like The small pit of anxiety In the middle of your stomach Has just started Blossoming Into a large, flowering Unwelcome Tree?…
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focus
I promise that I get inspired to write by more than what comes to me during yoga. But lately, the messages I need have come to me during this time, and I can’t help but share in case they resonate with you. I’ve been very open about the stress that happens in medical school (surprise!).…
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rituals and root-cause analysis
“I don’t feel like myself today.” Do you ever say this to yourself? That has been my feeling for the past few days. I can’t pinpoint exactly what it is that feels off, but I just have this feeling that there is something a little off about my mood or mentality or my spirit. My…
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Un-feel
Their faces fell with the setting sun falling over the Charles, tumbling, plunging, sinking, I saw their hearts fall, as I stood there. That big bold sun, shining brightly, unashamedly, as if no cares in the world, right outside the gray concrete walls in their new hospital home, taunted them with beauty As they hear…
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silence
As I sit in the silence of the morning–flooded by light–I think about the silence filling the world. Silence that sifts through hospital rooms, behind masks and shields, greeting those are ill. The silence that fills the space where family should be, normally would be–now empty space reserved for a time in the future, a…
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the hope of healing
As I reflect over the past six months on learning to become a doctor, I think of how my perspective of illness has shifted. As a healthcare worker, you see people at their most vulnerable, when they are in the greatest need. Yet throughout illness, each patient retains their identity as someone who exists outside…
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thankful
Every year on Thanksgiving I try to write. This morning, I sit in the quiet of my mom’s house and bask in the beauty of silence (no honking cars or beeping in reverse trucks outside window!). I listen for the Lord, and I’m thankful. This Thanksgiving is completely different from last Thanksgiving; instead of comparing…
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little inconveniences
Drip drop, drip drop. I’ve heard it a million times from a million people before. “Oh, there it is again, the stupid sink dripping water all night long, waking me up in the middle of the night, keeping me where I can’t sleep. I’ll ask him to fix it but he’ll probably forget, or when…
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identity
What if your identity Is not found in the big city But in a small town Where few people are brown or black But mostly different shades of white And every day the sun shines down as they Continue to fight the good fight To pay the bills And maybe some buy the pills Just…
mused with mary 