In the sterile halls where whispers roam,
A doctor stands in quiet grace,
With steady hands and a heart of gold,
She guides the lost to a safer place.

Her eyes, a map of stories untold,
Reflect the burdens she silently bears,
Each life she touches, a testament of hope,
In her care, the world repairs.

Through the veil of night, she navigates,
With wisdom drawn from years untold,
A healer’s path is one of light,
Where compassion and courage unfold.

In her presence, pain finds solace,
Fear melts away like morning dew,
For in her hands, a promise lies,
That every dawn brings life anew.