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a poem i wrote
The Healer.
Your pain is mine,
Your heartbreaks are mine,
Your troubles, I feel.
For I am the Healer, the
Gentle hands, that caress your mind,
Freeing you of the worries.
You tell me your troubles,
I give you the answers,
Or at least,
I try.
My arms hold you up,
My heart is your sky,
I’m here to save you,
I’m here to listen and to heal.
For I am the Healer.
Once in a while, I wish I could say,
Goodbye to my cape,
And my mask.
Wish someone else could be,
The Healer for once,
And I could be saved.
But people expect me to be
The tree that stands there and
Holds others up.
And I’ll admit, I hide as that tree,
Then no one can tell me
I’m weak.
No one can say that I’m not all that
Brave, or that I need someone’s help,
To believe.
But still, sometimes,
My heart aches for someone to notice,
How broken my soul is.
Someone who like me,
Does not let false “I’m okays”
Stop them from healing.
From making things right.
But I am the Healer,
Not one to be healed,
And I’ve been trying my best,
Just to give, not to take,
Cause thats who I am.
For I am the Healer.
But please,
Someone else be the Healer today.
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