Title: The Healer's Paradox

In the quiet hum of twilight’s grace,
You mend the hearts that time won’t chase.
With hands like whispers, you stitch and sew,
The wounds of others, the pain they know.

Yet in the mirror, a fractured reflection,
A soul in pieces, lost to dissection.
You gather the fragments of those in despair,
But your own shattered self, you leave to the air.

Oh, the irony woven in this sacred art,
To fix the weary while fraying your heart.
A beacon of solace, a lighthouse of light,
Yet drifting in shadows, you flee from the fight.

When the world slows down, and the chatter subsides,
In the...