‘Whispers’ – Poem

In quiet rooms where minds unfold,

A thousand stories left untold,

I sit and listen, heart in hand,

To guide them through a shifting land.

A mirror to their hidden fears,

A vessel for their silent tears,

With every word, I sift the pain,

Untangling knots of loss and strain.

The darkness calls, but so does light,

In fragile souls, I glimpse the fight –

For peace, for hope, for something real,

Amid the wounds they strive to heal.

Through whispered doubts and anxious cries,

I search for truths behind their eyes,

A puzzle, layered, deep, and vast,

Each session builds, and time moves fast.

But nights are heavy, thoughts still cling,

To all the tales the day might bring.

I carry burdens, not my own,

Yet find a solace once unknown.

For in each breakthrough, small and bright,

I witness courage, fragile, light –

The spark that helps them rise once more,

And meet the world beyond my door.

So here I stand, a steady guide,

With empathy, my greatest pride,

A psychiatrist, through joy and strife,

Navigating the maze of life.