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In the quiet corridors of the hospital’s embrace,
I walk, a humble student in the realm of grace.
With stethoscope in hand, and dreams in my eyes,
I seek the mysteries that underlie life’s guise.
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Anatomy’s cadence, a symphony profound,
Each vessel, each nerve, a miracle unbound.
In dissection’s dance, I find reverence anew,
For the intricate design, both elegant and true.
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But beyond the anatomy, lies a deeper tale,
Of patients’ stories, where hopes often prevail.
In bedside vigils, I witness life’s fragile bloom,
And learn that healing extends beyond the operating room.
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Research beckons, a call to unravel disease,
To venture into realms where answers tease.
In labs aglow with the light of inquiry’s flame,
I chase the shadows that bear humanity’s name.
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Yet amidst the trials, the failures, and the fear,
I find solace in the journey, in every tear.
For in each setback lies a lesson to be learned,
A seed of wisdom, in adversity earned.
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So I march onward, with purpose in my stride,
A medical student, a researcher, side by side.
With each stanza penned, a narrative unfurls,
Of a life devoted to healing, in all its swirls.
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The hospital’s quiet hum, a rhythm to my soul,
In each heartbeat’s whisper, I seek to make whole.
Compassion guides my hands, empathy my heart,
In every patient’s journey, I play a part.
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Amidst sterile halls and the scent of disinfectant,
I find stories of courage, brilliantly resplendent.
Through their trials, my purpose is defined,
In the faces of the weary, humanity enshrined.
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Lectures and textbooks, the foundation I build,
Yet it’s in human connection that my spirit is filled.
From cadaver to classroom, my knowledge expands,
But it’s the touch of a hand that truly understands.
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With mentors as beacons, guiding my way,
Their wisdom and kindness, a brightening ray.
In their footsteps, I find inspiration’s flame,
Their legacy of care, I strive to claim.
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Night shifts are lonely, with shadows long and deep,
In silent hallways, secrets softly creep.
Yet in the stillness, I find strength anew,
For the dawn of healing, I pursue.
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In pediatrics’ ward, laughter mingles with cries,
In children’s eyes, where innocence lies.
Their bravery in battles, small yet grand,
Teaches me the resilience of life’s command.
Geriatrics whispers tales of the past,
In the twilight years, where memories last.
Their stories of love, a treasure trove,
In their wisdom, a blossoming grove.
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Surgical theaters, where precision reigns,
In every cut and suture, a skill remains.
Yet it’s the human heart, beating underneath,
That reminds me why I chase this path.
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Psychiatry unveils the mind’s complex art,
In the maze of thoughts, I seek to take part.
Understanding shadows that no eyes can see,
Guiding souls towards tranquility.
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Pathology’s lens, a microscopic dive,
Into the very essence of life’s archive.
In cells and tissues, secrets reside,
Unraveling the enigma where diseases hide.
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In community clinics, amidst daily strife,
I witness the resilience of everyday life.
Through public health, I see a broader view,
Of how society shapes what we pursue.
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Ethics and dilemmas, a moral compass strong,
In choices and decisions, I must belong.
Balancing the scales of life and death,
With a steady hand, and mindful breath.
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In public health’s arena, a wider stage,
Battling epidemics, on a grander page.
From local crises to world-spanning fight,
In unity, we seek to get things right.
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Integrating technology, a modern-day tool,
Enhancing care, a progressive rule.
Yet in my screen’s florescent glow, I remember still,
It’s the human touch that fulfills the will.
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Interdisciplinary teams, a chorus diverse,
Each voice contributing to the universe.
In collaboration, we find our strength combined,
For the well-being of body, soul, and mind.
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Amidst the chaos, I find moments of peace,
In silent reflections, my worries cease.
Meditative pauses, a balm to the soul,
In self-care, I find my role.
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Cultural competence, a crucial theme,
In understanding backgrounds, I redeem.
Respecting diversity in every care,
With open heart, I strive to be fair.
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End-of-life care, a somber domain,
Where dignity and compassion must remain.
In final moments, I hold a space,
For love and peace, in life’s last embrace.
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In academia’s halls, knowledge flows,
Through research and studies, understanding grows.
Teaching and learning, a cycle grand,
With every new discovery, we expand.
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Patient advocacy, a role I embrace,
Voicing their needs, setting the pace.
In policy and practice, striving for change,
Ensuring care is within everyone’s range.
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In reflections, I see my younger days,
When dreams of medicine set my heart ablaze.
From aspirant to healer, the journey long,
In every step, I find where I belong.
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Gratitude fills me, for mentors and peers,
For the shared moments, and supportive cheers.
Together we grow, in this noble quest,
For a future where health is manifest.
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As I look forward, to paths yet untread,
With hope and resilience, my spirit is fed.
For every patient, every life I touch,
In this grand adventure, I cherish much.
SOL: Stanzas of Life 
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