They ask when one begins to know —
It is when the quiet feels too obtuse
When your waking hours are much too slow
And you loathe the aberrant trite of your recluse
Yet your only consolation is sitting alone
But, every seat is met with a restless leg
And every glance, a chance to see if you have grown
We would never change, though we beg and beg
Then, we see the comfort that broke and built us tenderly
It is then that we learn to fan the fog
Then, we feel the room to grow gratuitously
And what you thought was the end, was simply prologue
Enjoy the feign of luxury until it comes again;
The time to forfeit your amenity and see what you gain
Image credit: Custom artwork by the author for this Mosaic in Medicine piece.
Medical Student Contributing Writer
CUNY School of Medicine
Saud is a first generation third year medical student at the CUNY School of medicine from Brooklyn. Saud has interests in interventional radiology, patient centered care, and educational medicine. Saud uses poetry and artistic visuals as a form of expression & catharsis. His other interests include hiking, bike-riding, cooking, and basketball.
