The Specialist

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A surgeon, who is wearing scrubs, is sitting in a dark operating room with equipment surrounding him. He is holding a small person in his cupped hands. Ghostly hands are reaching from the sides toward his face and neck. There are words in white text surrounding him: Productivity, ROI, Network, Coverage, Leakage, Patient Satisfaction, Tiers, Block Usage, and Lenth of Stay
Digital Collage by Barbara Wilson Arboleda

The mask you wore was winter
Stripped
And still
After you had “the talk”
With a man and
Shattered his world

The burden of the gift
To save lives
Stalks you like a wolf
Tramping circles in the snow
Snapping at your limbs while
You must be unbreakable

It wasn’t cancer
But you didn’t know
That then
You were so close to crying
I thought you might
Give in

Instead,
You blustered about
Furious at the load
If not you
Then who
You are the Specialist

Digital Collage Media: Midjourney, Pexels, Adobe Stock Photos, Font — superclarendon light; Photoshop Elements 2024

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Barbara Wilson Arboleda
Barbara Wilson Arboleda

Written by Barbara Wilson Arboleda

Writer, singer, poet; Story first. Passion, Relationship, Connection — All else second. Visit me at https://linktr.ee/bwilsonarboleda

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