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.