One Day I'll Be A Doctor.
One day I’ll be a doctor.
In dance with death and I
Our fates intertwined.
The familiarity, a deep slumber
One I hope to wake from
To make the world a better place
For I hope, death won’t desensitize me
But rather, appreciate the lull of life
The small details
The ferocity, the pain, the spite
The glimmer and shadow of light
Of the details are the fragilities
The melancholy yet palpable
The sweet and quite breeze
This beauty. This gift we call life.
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