poem

 Know ThyselfWhen you first come to understand yourselfAnd find out who you really areIt ’s like nothing you ever thoughtEverything clicks. It was always so obviousAll those things you ’ve doneAnd the ways you areThere was always an easy explanationA traceable map to explain the journeyFrom gallant young lad to workaholic hoarderClinging to crumbs Fallen from an untouched cake So fearful of lossHe ' d lost the taste for evenThe things that nourished himAnd not just a workaholic hoarderWith stones stacked around a soft heart But an ill-equipped little boy who hadTo go out alone and find the stonesTo build the walls to protect the heartWho learned too young that evenStones have a costThere was once a man sulking inside meWhom I spent the bulk of lifePracticing to becomeBy the time I had grown into his shapeHe had changed into someone else.Always one step ahead of me, the son of a bitchNo, this body doesn ’t really fitIt has always belonged to him 8/21/23

Source: Buckeye Surgeon - August 21, 2023 Category: Surgery Authors: Jeffrey Parks MD FACS Source Type: blogs