i won't become you.
who i don’t want to be:
the vascular surgery chief residents
who calmly reassured me the path they chose was worth it
i watched
poems
the work of a healer
dear future healer,
remember that how you do one thing
is how you do most things.
i know you wake up ready
to mend, connect,
dissolution: n. termination or destruction by breaking down, disrupting, or dispersing
i spent years in a hole of my own making,
a circuitous rut
reinforced daily by my own two feet.
visitors would find me,
once
take it easy
most people fear jagged cliffs
deserts with no end in sight
or
wells deep as an abyss.
but i’ve lived my life in this.
the monomyth
dear future healer,
where are you going, so hurried?
don’t you know from your studies
nature rarely rushes, for she knows
magnificence unfolds patiently,