''Physician, Heal Thyself'' - Poem by Mary Nagy
He may not understand
why I've taken such a turn.
Was my life for nothing
or is there something I could learn?
I'd like to help their healing
and ease their troubled mind.
I want to be the comfort
that they never yet could find.
It makes it all seem worth it
to know I'll put it all to use
the years of so much suffering
through lonely, cold abuse.
He asked me what I'm looking for
in those books upon my shelf.
I heard Him whisper softly...
''Physician, heal thyself''
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