Sometimes it’s just, right,
Sometimes it’s corrupt, unfair,
Sometimes it loves like the summer sun on moist skin,
Sometimes it hurts like the bitter cold on icy toes,
Sometimes it hits like the rough waves on the rock,
Sometimes it caresses like the calm blue sea,
Sometimes its short, done in a blink,
Sometimes it declines ending, is lonely, sad,
Sometimes it’s filled with joy and laughter,
Sometimes it’s a pit of sorrow.
Always a mystery,
Who knows what one gets,
Yet this is life,
One worth the breath.
Sit in the corner
Cold chair
Wait patiently
Posters on the wall
Mental health
Apnea
Help lines
Stare
Mind distressed
Body vibrates
Wonder if there is help
Hope and pray
Mother said go
She will know
To trust
This unknown
Should leave
Keep my secrets
In my soul
Doctor comes in
No white coat
Stethoscope
Seems normal
Voice calm
Looks me in the eye
Smiles
Listens
Ask questions
Silence
Space
Maybe mother was right
Maybe I can share
Maybe I can get help
Let’s start here
We invite Alberta physicians in any career stage to send in their original poems/prose to be considered for publication in the PFSP Perspectives column in future issues of Alberta Doctors’ Digest.
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