From shaking hands, holding the scalpel tight,
To looking forward to the next dissection, feeling just right.
From sweaty palms, nervous while stitching,
To getting every suture perfect, no glitching.
From struggling with drug names, hard to pronounce,
To remembering them all, every ounce.
We've grown up in every step we took,
From the first cut to the medical books.
Through tough nights and endless study,
We've grown together, each our buddy.
In every stitch, every name we learn,
Our passion for medicine continues to burn.
From first-day fears to standing tall,
In this journey, we've grown through it all.
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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...
