I DON'T WANT TO BE A DOCTOR, I AM A DOCTOR


 I don't want to be a MEDICAL DOCTOR....say HER in 4th year medical school.

lost in books and stumbling through pages with concepts hard to concentrate on,

wondering if really there is light at the end of the tunnel.


I don't want to be a DOCTOR, the thought would often creep into her heart.

From the pinnacle of secondary school pride to the fall into the abyss of medical school's tide.

The sacrifices were many, the tears were from the deepest desire of wanting to be better, the struggles real.

Her first taste of failure, a bitter pill to feel.


But amidst the failure, the workload's crushing weight and soul-crushing pressure,

Between the books and the bedside, the theory and the test, yet found a glimmer of fate.

For as she delved deeper, into the heart of medicine's art;

She falls deeply, irrevocably in love and never looked back to depart.


'I DON'T WANT TO BE A DOCTOR,' but deep down she knows it's true,

That this is her calling, and this is what she is meant to do.

So she will push through the struggles and will persevere through the pain.

For she didn't choose medicine, it chose her, and  the WONDER GIRL IS YOU.


Now stand with pride in your white coat,

A symbol of the struggles and the lessons learned,

Let this words be your mantra, as we push through the final stretch,

Holding on to them tightly, when the doubts and fear arise.

I DON'T WANT TO BE A DOCTOR, I AM A DOCTOR and it's never ending.








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