The Healer

I fight and bleed and come away
Battle-scarred and tired
Wounded to the bone and yet
Never much discouraged

For I believe there's value in
This cause that I'm supporting
I break my back and sear my soul
To heal the wounded-hearted

And yet sometimes I'm very tired
Of evil neverending
I'm only one, and human-frail
Still broken ones keep coming

I push myself until I break
A common flaw in Healers
For every single one I save
I know there's many others

I know I cannot save the world
Myself, alone, unaided
And yet my Gift demands I try...
That much, I guess, is fated.
Plaid Plaid
31-35, F
3 Responses Mar 14, 2011

:) beautiful poem.

Wonderfully expressed straight from the soul..Beautiful Plaid..Beautiful.

*sigh* so true and well written as well Plaid :O)