I am here for you

In quiet rooms with depressing walls, Where silence speaks and teardrop falls, I walk beside the shadowed pain, Through storms of thought, through fire, through rain. Eyes that flicker with stories untold, Wounds not bleeding, yet centuries old. But oh, the strength within that fight— Each breath a battle, each step a light. They teach me more than books have said, Of courage born when hope seems dead. Of rising up with shattered grace, Of finding peace in the darkest place. A glance, a word, a trembling hand— Moments only hearts understand. Each voice a universe unfurled— Yes, my patients are my world. Not broken souls, but fierce and true, With every scar, they’re breaking through. And in their eyes, I sometimes see, A mirrored strength that shapes me. So I return, day after day, Not just to help, but to learn the way— Of love without judgment, of healing that’s curled In the palms of those who changed my world.