Anguish festers, not having being caring doing enough
Not enough to salve the suffering,
Like a medic behind the front lines,
Arbitrary lines, enemy lines too –
Synesthete to unseen struggles,
Bearing witness to uncertainty. Loss.
Sheltered and “safe,” guilt echoes with every knock.
But oh please, not too far.
Beyond walls, masks, lines,
There is sacred work to do.
I wrote this 55-word story in solidarity with my medical students and colleagues …