Holding The Scalpel

This is the first poem that I wrote that has been published....wrote it in 5th grade

Holding the scalpel makes me feel like superman,
With the kryptonite of a patient dying

Making me feel weak,
Wanting not to feel the sorrow

But hoping on the good foot,
coming back to do my job as a surgeon

Instead of having a flat line,
give life to the line

Let it dance to the beat of life,
Zigzagging between obstacles of death

Living in Heart, Body, and soul