To my beloved patients,
I wrote this poem in the depths of quarantine after not having written any pros whatsoever since I was a teenager. As the words bled onto the paper, I realized that in the midst of my own anguish, I have never felt closer to all of the courageous and beautiful people I have treated over the years.
Do not avoid or judge your suffering. We are built to sustain, survive and build on pain. Circumventing this inevitability will only cause more torment. For whatever is to come your way, take comfort knowing that loneliness, fear, anger and even agony is what shepherds us through this life giving the very sustenance we so badly need but often cannot find. Through mental and physical pain we find compassion, insight and wisdom. This life is but a hallway. I will someday see you on the other side and smile to see a familiar face.
With love and gratitude,
Dr. Blair Mor
I know this place by heart
Looming trees aside faded landscape
I know which steps to take
Side-by-side we walk in pace.
Its the familiar stumble
Fingers feel their way through each turn.
I won't ask direction.
Smoke and ash find capricious burn.
Stop and look for markers
Muscle memory will kick in
Every twisted declaration
Lead me there with coaxing spin
I'll be home tonight on schedule
Making space on guided trails
Come with me this one time
We can prance inside forgotten fails