Nicholas Bellacicco
Lake Erie College of Osteopathic Medicine at Bradenton
A dusty white coat is what I see
When will I get an opportunity?
To serve and love like I know best
Giving my all, and nothing less.
“Am I useful?” I often think
As I watch my mentors start to sink
I hear of fear in wards I thought immune
Sincere prayers that this be over soon.
We are pulled in two opposite directions
One of battle another of hesitation
We remain at home and do what we know
Reading books until the sun goes low.
Our futures uncertain, our careers in limbo
Secure behind a closed window
We see it all as we shelter in place
Should I take a mask, or would that be a waste?