In lecture halls, time stands still,
learning the names of muscle, nerve, and will.
Beneath the skin, each layer tells
a story of those who strive and swell.
Deltoid, trapezius, biceps brachii,
vastus medialis, gluteus maximus.
Median, ulnar, sciatic,
cranial nerves that dance through the brain.
We face unseen foes with names galore,
Staphylococcus, E. coli, Mycobacterium.
Drugs like amoxicillin, metformin, and statin,
weapons in our arsenal, our med-school Latin.
Diseases we battle, day and night,
diabetes, hypertension, cancer.
Each page we turn, each note we write,
a testament to every sleepless night.
The night before the exam, a silent war,
with coffee cups and books that line the floor.
Eyes burn with knowledge and despair,
yet hearts know the worth of every care.
Stepping into the theatre, gloves on tight,
the sterile air, the beaming surgical light.
Scalpel in hand, the heartbeat's steady drum,
a symphony of hope, of what's to come.
For every muscle named, each nerve traced,
every organism, each drug's embrace,
we carry the weight of dreams, of endless plight,
to heal, to mend, to bring the dark to light.
In the anatomy of this dream, we see
the heart and soul of every MD-to-be.
With hands that heal and minds that never rest,
we strive, we learn, we give our very best.
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Anatomy of Emotions
PoetryDive into the world of medical school through the eyes of a passionate and reflective student. "Anatomy of Emotions" is a poignant collection of poems that captures the relentless grind, sleepless nights, and profound moments of self-discovery faced...
