A Doctor’s Heart

In the early hours, before the dawn,

They rise with weary eyes, yet carry on.

Through silent halls where shadows creep,

They heal the broken, the promises they keep.

With hands that tremble, yet steady as steel,

They bear the burden, the wounds that won’t heal.

They mend the fragile, the weary, the torn,

A beacon of hope when all seems forlorn.

The weight of the world rests on their chest,

Yet in every heartbeat, they give their best.

With every loss, a tear they shed,

For lives once lived, now quiet, now dead.

But in the midst of the sorrow and strife,

They find the courage to embrace life.

For in every breath, a story is told,

Of a healer's heart, both gentle and bold.

So they walk the line, through night and day,

In the name of life, they find their way.

A doctor’s life, both blessing and curse,

A tale of love, in every verse.