I cared for you even before we met.
As letters meandering the page
sketched the contours of a portrait,
I looked forward to meeting you.
As I enter the room,
I sense a fragrance of time past,
of struggles endured years before–
silent whispers of a mind’s unrest
reflected through misted eyes.
As we talk,
of a soul’s facade you steadily disrobe.
Words of suffering and pain, joy and pride-
each syllable a silvered twine
weaving your life’s story.
I examine you.
Your heart-
that fulcrum deeply hinged.
A bittersweet thrum
of a battery strong but worn.
Your lungs-
that which sing
their own melodious song,
a lulling carol
invigorated with each exhale.
From there a journey it becomes
to strengthen you, to make you whole.
A disease conquered, a valley bridged.
A hollow filled, a life restored.
We work together.
As ripples in a wake,
your life affects mine,
for the same heart that aches
when you suffer
rejoices with you
in your victories.
Because this is what I treasure–
the chance to care for you,
to walk with you.
It is a privilege.
So thank you for letting me.
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Categories: All Poetry, Medical Poetry, Medicine, Poetry by Phoebe





Wow this is beautiful… i found peace while reading 😊😊
I’m so glad, thank you. 🙂
Keep it up. Be well always 😊😊😊
This is beautiful!!!
Thank you 🙂
Beautifully written Doc! Loved the line: “As letters meandering the page
sketched the contours of a portrait”
Thank you 🙂 🙂
Just beautiful!
Thank you! 🙂
So deep and beautiful.
💙 💙