To the Doctors who say, “I’m God,”

Hey Doc, you’re not God.
It’s amazing what a white coat and a degree can do to the ego.
So puffed up and proud of your intellect and logic.
You fail to see the human being in front of you,
but instead a diagnosis and a project.

Something to be fixed,
like an object that is broken.
Too proud to listen and pay attention to what is spoken.
We are just a token of of your handiwork.
An experiment to practice your craft.

Hey Doc, you’re not God.
Yet you claim to be.
Your are a created being playing Creator.
Worshiping yourself instead of your maker.

What a shame.
You seek fame and recognition,
instead of humbly serving.
You are not deserving of your designation.
It’s time for you to submit your resignation.

In my suffering I sit before you,
burdened with this pain.
I long to share my story,
To be heard and known.

Give me a moment to explain,
And I will tell you why I came.
Show me that you care,
And not just a blank stare,
Into the glare of the screen,
You are looking at so attentively.

Give me your eyes,
So I know you see me.
Empathy to set me free
From this burden.

Talk with me not at me.
Don’t just hear me,
Listen.

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With every breathe my lungs expand,
The air moves within me.
With every beat of my heart,
the blood rushes through me.

Every ounce of my being is touched
and renewed, giving life to my body
and the strength to move.

Blessed with the freedom to choose,
I move down the path that leads to you.
The sound of each foot step moves with me.
I can hear the ground beneath me.

My eyes behold the beauty ahead.
I see the prize that awaits.
My spirit wakes within me,
and I feel your presence,
where you’re leading me.

Faster and faster I move towards you,
and for a brief instant I cannot feel the
ground beneath me. It cannot contain me.
In this moment I Move Free.
Running towards you, forever.

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