She stands facing a closed door.
As her gaze converges onto
enameled surface, she notes its
texture- the evenness a comfort to
a moment of hesitation within.
Smooth and finished–flowing
imprints mapping the course of
fine fibers swept over timber.
She makes a move to knock,
but her hand pauses,
and for a moment she wonders
whether you will find her pleasant.
Whether she will be worthy of your trust.
Whether you will believe in her.
Because she is flawed.
Like veneer upon wooden door, she
is but a polished version of herself.
As she again surveys its exterior,
she is let in upon a different truth–
that from underneath the surface
the grain peeks through, coarse
and jagged, its valleys exposed,
blemish revealed, age betrayed.
It is but fresh lacquer upon a
damaged interior, eroded and
frayed by the stress of time.
Like a white coat to the skin,
it cloaks the imperfection
and vulnerability of that
which lies beneath.
A coat enshrouding
scars of personal defeats–
of critical introspection while
striving to exhibit confidence and certainty.
to remain objective while
craving to empathize with you.
to continue feeling through perpetual
immersion into death and suffering,
while self-preservation casts increasingly
impenetrable layers of emotional shield.
And a fear
of not doing enough, while similarly
recognizing the peril of doing too much.
But as her knuckles meet the door,
she is reminded of an oath–taken
at the dawn of this journey–
an oath of compassion, of
integrity, of humility–
an oath to do no harm.
So as she enters
for she never forgot its
That one would never lose the joy of helping others.
Therefore as an imperfect human being,
she will do her best to ease your suffering,
treat your illness, be your advocate–
Not because it is her obligation,
but because this is her love–
To help her fellow man.
To care for you.
• • •
“…may I long experience the joy of healing those who seek my help.”
-Oath of Hippocrates
• • •
Categories: All Poetry, Medical Poetry, Medicine
Reblogged this on Champa flower tropical lady drinking jaii green tea and commented:
i love this reflection of your beautiful mind….wonderful!hope more enjoy it!
Reminds me of Henri Nowin’s book the Wounded Healer! You are a great doctor!
As you provide solace
To those in need of your touch,
A gift to you
Echoing the gradations
Of light and dark
To allow your art
Of caring to bring
Hope to those fallen apart.
Your strength and vulnerability
Sets you apart.
In your eyes
Behind the voice
The ancient spark
Glowing in a knowing
You have reached in
Your own evolving.
What joy to share
Because you really do care!
Beautifully and perfectly said! 🙂