Doctor

She walked hurriedly across the passage way

as the soles of her shoes,

 hanging knee length away from her white coat,

stealthily greeted the pristine polished floors.

Her appearance was grim,

Yet, within,
was a placid soul that was almost palpable.

And to her,

 I said, 

Doctor;

In a world that is crushed with wounded minds and broken spirits

There are hearts lying over these beds

That have been touched by the rare

Type of healing you breathe.

She looked close
with a humble gaze

and held a smile.