There are times when life as a physician
Becomes overwhelming, being in a position
Where decisions that influence life and death are to be made
Takes its toll, through the murky waters you try to wade
Without sinking into the swamp of negativity
You detach yourself to preserve your spirit, your sanity
During such times, you try to delude yourself to believe
That it is just a job in which payment for services you receive
You try to separate your identity from what you do
Thinking this would make work bearable enough to continue…
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If only you could detach yourself that easily!
Medicine is not just what you practice, but a part of your identity
You flirt with detachment and then come back to your profession
With a renewed vow of loyalty, practicing medicine is an extension
Of who you are, your existence is inexorably intertwined
With what you do, you have to find a solution within those confines…
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The cloud of despair was temporary, and has been lifted
You return in full swing, grateful that you have been gifted
With the responsibility to make decisions that impact
Life and death, keeping this in mind you must act
Passion...unbridled 