Medical school is a tiring and arduous challenge that feels like it asks for more than one can give sometimes. And with this past year, the pandemic has left its mark on all. This poem is both a warning and a kind reminder, to myself and those who need it, that while we strive towards our "sun", we have to give ourselves time to breathe, time to rest.
"For We Sought Perfection in Their Divinity,"
be Still: Vol. 5, Article 7.
Available at: https://nsuworks.nova.edu/bestill/vol5/iss1/7