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The body keeps the score...
I have always loved using poetry as a means of creative and emotional expression.
The poem “Heartfelt” is inspired by an experience in the gross anatomy lab during my first year of medical school. While learning about the intricacies of the human body, I thought about how our bodies are not only physical but also social, spiritual, and emotional. This poem is meant to remind us that our bodies perform vital functions not only to keep us alive but to also add substance to our lives. Although we can learn about human anatomy and physiology in a classroom, what really makes us uniquely human are our lived experiences—the relationships we forge, the conversations we have, and the individuals we impact.
“The Body Keeps Score” is inspired by a book called with a similar title, written by psychiatrist Bessel Van der Kolk, MD. Similar to the book, my poem explores the relationship between our physical and mental health. Past trauma—no matter how temporally distant—can still color our current experiences and shape our minds.
The Body Keeps Score
Imagination is an integral part of the human experience
It fills in the blanks, reads between the lines
It adds color to black & white
A Rorschach blot test was given to veterans suffering from PTSD
Black ink on blank pages transformed into blood-stained uniforms
Obsidian became shrapnel and ivory, the hollow eyes of a wounded friend
To some, each blot triggered a traumatic memory
To some, there was nothing at all
The mind dabbles in forever and dips its feet in infinity
It tallies our wins and losses
Paints our experiences with passed pigments
Imagination wades in the ocean of possibility
It makes sense of nonsense
Polishes the obscure and adds color to black & white
It is an integral part of the human experience
In all these ways and more
The body keeps score
Heartfelt
I once held a heart in my hand
Its walls were thick
Evidence of a lifetime’s work
Its chambers lined with wrinkled tissue
I pulled on the strings of this heart
I pulled them taut and played its chords
Out sprung a melody
Of rhythmic sound and dynamic tempo
A verse, chorus, and bridge
Lyrics that coursed through veins and met someone’s touch
Beats that resonated through its hollow cage and met one’s ear
I once held a heart in my hand
Like Beethoven’s own arrhythmia, it inspired a heartfelt song
And imbued beauty into the mundane
Ms Isibor is a third-year student at the University of Louisville School of Medicine in Kentucky.