Struggling Student Poem by Safiyyah Manjra

I turn pages of these books,
That has me leached on to its hooks.

I have to read.
I must or else I'll plead.

Guilty, for all the time I've wasted.
Mistakes to make open-handed.

How could I have wasted much valuable time?
If utilized correctly would create something so divine.

Our success is not measured by our medals, badges or plaques.
It is seen piled up in stacks.
Given to those who need by the racks.

For helpless patients deemed the care in our hands.
Fulfilled via our knowledge and plans.

So teach me what it means to study medicine.
That I can brag such an end to procrastination has begun.

I am losing myself in these books.
With each page turned I'm being stabbed by hooks.

I would rather be caught than stabbed.
So the pain would be a mere memory I just once had.