Anonymous
The coats adorned, they’ve never been cleaner,
and so it begins, we’ve never felt keener.
We have our support and new pals too.
We’re starting off slow, ITD we go through.
We’re all excited, yet scared to start
but we know it’s worth it, so we lead with our hearts.
A few months in, still bright-eyed and cheery,
we’re learning to swim, and we haven’t grown weary.
The end of year one means being so proud,
we made it to the finish; we’ll scream it so loud.
The summer is busy, filled with travel and relaxation
soon we start to gain back some more motivation.
At the start of year two, we experience a loss.
Caroline, you have forever altered the course.
Our lives have been touched; you became my best friend.
I know you’re our angel, looking down from heaven.
Year two is a struggle, to study and exist
Yet, somehow, I still find a way to subsist.
I feel the deep sting of the trauma I carry,
even though every day I know it will vary.
The end of year two marks a chapter to celebrate,
we’ve made it halfway though it was not done straight.
If there’s anything I’ve learned these past two years,
Life will throw curveballs and make you face your fears.
Well, such is life…a mysterious thing,
so, I open my arms to welcome what it brings.
Med Intima 