Perhaps, the Grief of Medicine

Yes, I am

angry at many

things over which

I have no

control.

No, my rage

is not lack

of agency itself,

but instead the

negligence by those

with the relevant

control.

To be present;

looking, listening, questioning;

seeing, hearing, responding;

feeling, feeling, feeling;

understanding the intent,

witness to—yet

possessing equally—their

shameful disregard for

responsibility…

So I beg:

taste my screaming,

feel my blood,

hear my pain:

constant!

Now, is it

uncomfortable to be?

Welcome.

Do something.