The following was anonymous from a medical student at University of Toronto.




I was swept into this world,

Feet taken out from under me

My trickling stream no match

For the roaring torrent, and

Their confluence,

Destined to take me out to sea

All I cling to are memories

Of a fluviatile purpose –

Amorphous echoes, dissipating,

Where my outstretched hand used to be.


Remember why you are here. This piece was written to reinforce the importance of reflection and human connection, and the challenge of staying true to your personal purpose in the field of medicine, no matter how gentle that impetus may be.