Med-iocre Me

FEU Advocate
April 21, 2024 13:46

These four white walls rarely see the sunrise
And I share with them that common bout.
My white coat hangs low on the edge of my bed.
I was robbed by what medicine is all about.

I’ve been friends with the moon for four whole years.
Countless cups on my kitchen sink.
I woke up early; I went home late
And I barely had enough time to think.

I have a degree, my dreams are big.
I was made to save people’s lives.
I write the prescription; I go the extra mile
Just to save someone’s father, mother, or wife.

Yet I cannot treat myself, treat my broken hopes,
I looked forward to so much more.
I thought about all the years I spent, the lives I could’ve lived,
While I burnt myself to the core.

While I burnt myself to the core.
A light, a scalpel, a finger or two.
An organ, some pasta, and a little IV.
A diploma, a degree, and a Med-iocre me.

-Allyah Jenris Allam

(Illustration by Toni Miguela Ursua/FEU Advocate)