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In shadows deep, where hearts do roam,
There dwells a woman, not alone.
With gentle hands and soothing grace,
She seeks out broken souls to embrace.

A healer born, with empathy's touch,
She mends the wounded, broken and such.
But in her quest to make them whole,
She loses pieces of her soul.

Each broken heart she tries to mend,
Leaves her own spirit frayed, near its end.
In giving her all, she loses sight,
Forgetting herself in the selfless fight.

Yet, still she strives, with tireless will,
To fix the broken, heal the ill.
But deep inside, a silent plea,
For someone to fix her, can't they see?

For she's a woman torn apart,
Her own wounds hidden, her own heart.
In fixing others, she finds her role,
But in the process, loses her own soul.

Oh, woman of compassion deep,
Take heed, your own heart, gently keep.
For in your strength, lies your own worth,
Not in fixing others, but in your own rebirth.

Simona A. Brinson

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