A Memory Poem by Safiyyah Manjra

I'm studying something which I am not sure I am enjoying.
I'm trying to find the meaning.

Medicine is beautiful as it is an art.
At the same time studying it daily can break your heart.

Each day you see a deeper insight into the human body.
Also, the pain many people experience daily.

I am so soft hearted where I cried in lectures.

Drying my blurry eyes,

I looked around trying to find similar people in my state.
Only to realize I am cursed with this soft-hearted fate.

It all reminds me of her,
Who died with stage 4 cancer.

In the PICU,
3RD world country so there's only so little you can do.

I never regretted volunteering at the hospital.
Even though it was most painful.