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WHO HEALS THE HEALER

They are there for you
In good and bad times
You pour to them your heart
And more than a bucket full they take
Telling you all is well and hold on
They are doing the best they can to make you better
While their own basketful is unattended
They sacrifice everything for you to be ok
For love and for the duty
They try to hold on to everything
The shear force of tearing world pulling them apart
They hold the pain
And see souls they could not save dancing on the ceiling of their bed chambers
Maybe there is more I could do thought flashes through the solitary mind
Beating self to do better yet the best was already done
Feeling sick is inevitable
But who heals the healer

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  1. Arthur Onyango. (ANTANABELL)21 June 2022 at 22:18

    Who provides support to psychologists, doctors and nurses after the trauma they endure

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