I stay up all night,
Under dim light, textbooks scattered,
Pages thick with terms and slides,
As the fear stirs deep-
What if they ask me this tomorrow?
My mind races while outside, the world sleeps.
Morning arrives,
Pathology room still, yet tense,
Microscopes gleam under sterile lights.
They shuffle in, rested and calm,
And whisper through the quiet:
"Show me the answers."
I fake a smile,
"Sure."
But inside, my hands tremble,
Tears rim my eyes.
Don't I deserve rest, too?
Don't I feel the weight, the exhaustion,
The ache of endless nights?
Yet here I am, bound by expectation,
To give them what they never earned.
If I refuse,
I'd be the bad one,
The mean girl,
While they sleep peacefully tonight,
And I return to my books,
Again.
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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...
