Occupational Hazard

P reparing for work, my uniform blue. A ligning heart and mind to things ahead. R eworking puzzles, things that I can do. A voiding mistakes, fending off the dead. M any times past, I've knocked at heavens door, E ntrusting souls that no longer held life. D istressed and hurting, could I have done more? I nsisting industry, sadness so rife. C an one become numb, this job alignment? S ealing heart against permanent damage? R ather tools gifted for this assignment, O n management of ravage from vantage. L etting mind roam free while getting ready. E ven mind is kept, and hands are steady. -Angel Fatale- -acrostic sonnet-