What I Was Made For

Right now i'm just fighting.

Dreaming

Hoping

And believing

It seems so far away and hidden from sight.

Behind barriers and walls of barbed wire fences that are going to put up a fight.

But nothing in this world is going to stop me from being

What I was made for

Destined

Fate

Written in the stars

My purpose

My biggest dream and what I live for

As my senior year ticks closer

And clock gets louder

The end of the tunnel gets brighter

And I can taste the victory

College is the next step with my already ladened associate's degree

A jump start in a long haul processes

That's much harder than it sounds

College is where I will buckle down even more

Lost in information

Eating up everything put before me

Knowledge is the key that will open doors for me

A world that I am ready to explore

Nothing will stop me from tearing through pages and memorizing

Deducting and reasoning

Analyzing and forming my beliefs

After conquering college

Comes medical school

Where I will live and breath

My language and what I've always dreamed to learn

I will met people and learn things that I will use for the rest of my days

In ways that I can't even express what it means to me

Residency will begin the the last leg of my journey into a world I was built for

I will race to the finish line

Where I will receive my white coat

And  job that is much more than a job

But my lifestyle

As a doctor

I will travel the world.

I will go to the impoverished

destitute

the sick

the dying

the lost

the unloved

all those who need me.

And I will be the light that shines bright into their lives

as I do all that I can to change their world as it collides with mine.

I ask for nothing in return only the gratitude and that satisfaction that comes with living your purpose and your passion.

Nothing in this world can satisfy my hunger

My thirst

My ambition

But being the doctor that I have dreamed to be since the age of three.

That was the first time I wielded a stethoscope and I knew.

I knew without a shout of a doubt what I was meant to do.

Nothing can change my dream

Or take it away from me.

But to get there

In order to make it

I will need help along the way.

So take my hand

And help me to be

All that I can and dream to be.

Even in my darkest days and hours I will never stop striving towards the finish line.

Because I can not live without serving the people of this world

In the way that I have felt my heart beating to do.

For this is more than dream.

It is a passion that is engraved into my soul and can not be chipped away

By any man or anything that stands in my way.

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