Adam Wilson, M4, Class of 2026
Ninety percent answered correctly I read,
I roll my eyes, inhale, and count to three.
One…
Two…
Unheard but felt— nails on the board,
Hands cup my face to play the chord.
Continue reading “In Your Head”In Your Head
Category: Literature
No Longer the Patient
April Ascher, M2, Class of 2028
I knock on the door,
clipboard in hand, heartbeat racing.
The cold, hard plastic chair remains—
but I no longer sit in it.
Rooted in Both
Anonymous
I once believed
what mattered most
was the knowledge I’d secured—
not the pleasantries of weather,
nor the gentle “How are you?”
I clung to decisions
etched in stone,
a great tree fed by facts
and logic alone,
its roots crowding out
the soil of empathy.
Shelter | Hashkiveinu
Brian London, M1, Class of 2028
The sailor seeks the harbor’s hush,
Storm-drunk skies in twilight rush;
Hands wear soft with salt and rope,
Anchored gently, held by hope.
Heart is compass—battered, brave—
Pulses tide through calm and wave;
Veins trace currents, azure lines,
Charting truths in coded signs.
The Path
Anonymous
The path. The path. Oh, the path. I am inexorably bound by the path as I travel through the Garden. The path was conceived and constructed, ordained and blessed, by Them. Continue reading “The Path”
Such is Life
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.
Continue reading “Such is Life”I Don’t Have Time
Simon Longhi, M3, Class of 2025
I don’t have time.
I happened upon my two life roads
that diverged in a wood
so much later than I’d prefer.
It’s an echoey, reverberating–…
… –Err, berating, thing
that whirrs
like a sputtering motor
within my mind. Mulling
over so much, missed, in life.
I still want to reach, proverbial peace.
Keep, my sense of wonder.
Find, finally, someone to love.
But the wind that blows
down that sort of road,
could I even let,
that,
carry me?
Is that allowed?
Because to career, careen, down
–Medicine–, that path,
my calling, as a healer, now–
shouldn’t that demand in me, most everything?
I don’t have time.
Continue reading “I Don’t Have Time”Acceptance
Anonymous
You say that I chose this.
Why would I choose this?
To choose to hide my love.
To choose feeling shame from family.
To choose a moral war within myself.
To choose never to hold my child in my arms.
To choose a wedding my family will not attend.
To choose a life I would not wish on my worst enemy.
But I accept it.
Continue reading “Acceptance”In the Hush of Solitude
Ryan Service, CLS4, Clinical Laboratory Science
All alone in the silence,
the heart on the paper has no strings,
Where thoughts and emotions pass us by,
Never truly walking, yet always near,
Invisible presences, both distant and transparent.
Continue reading “In the Hush of Solitude”Hope
Max Lindgren, DPT, Class of 2025
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