She stands facing a closed door.
Your door.
As her gazeย converges onto
enameled surface, she notes its
texture-ย theย evenness a comfortย to
a moment of hesitation within.
Smooth and finished–flowing
imprints mappingย the course of
fine fibersย swept over timber.
Flawless.
She makes a move to knock,
but her hand pauses,
and for a moment she wonders
whether you will find her pleasant.
Whether she will be worthy of your trust.
Whether you will believe in her.
Because she is flawed.
Like veneer upon wooden door, she
is but a polished version of herself.
As she again surveys itsย exterior,
she is let in upon a different truth–
that from underneathย the surface
the grain peeks through,ย coarse
and jagged, its valleys exposed,
blemish revealed, age betrayed.
It is but freshย lacquer upon a
damagedย interior, eroded and
frayed byย the stress of time.
Like a white coat to the skin,
it cloaksย the imperfection
andย vulnerabilityย of that
which lies beneath.
A coatย enshrouding
scars of personalย defeats–
An awareness
of critical introspectionย while
striving to exhibit confidence and certainty.
A struggle
to remain objectiveย while
craving to empathize withย you.
A hunger
to continue feelingย through perpetual
immersion into death and suffering,
whileย self-preservation casts increasingly
impenetrable layers of emotional shield.
Andย aย fear
of not doing enough,ย while similarly
recognizingย the peril of doing too much.
But as herย knuckles meet the door,
sheย is reminded of anย oath–taken
atย the dawn of this journeyโ
an oath of compassion,ย of
integrity,ย ofย humility–
an oath to do no harm.
So as she enters
your room,
she smiles–
for she never forgot its
concluding admonition:
That oneย would neverย lose the joyย ofย helping others.
Thereforeย as an imperfect human being,
she will do herย best to ease your suffering,
treat your illness, be your advocate–
Not because it is herย obligation,
but because this is herย love–
To help herย fellow man.
To care for you.
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โโฆmay I long experience the joy of healing those who seek my help.โ
-Oath of Hippocrates
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Reblogged this on Champa flower tropical lady drinking jaii green tea and commented:
i love this reflection of your beautiful mind….wonderful!hope more enjoy it!
Reminds me of Henri Nowin’s book the Wounded Healer! You are a great doctor!
dwight
As you provide solace
To those in need of your touch,
A gift to you
Echoing the gradations
Of light and dark
Magnificently assembled
To allow your art
Of caring to bring
Hope to those fallen apart.
Your strength and vulnerability
Sets you apart.
In your eyes
Behind the voice
The ancient spark
Glowing in a knowing
You have reached in
Your own evolving.
What joy to share
Because you really do care!
Atul Ranchod
Beautifully and perfectly said! ๐
Totally identify with this as someone working in health care … superbly expressed!
Thank you! ๐