In realms where hurt and pain reside,
A poet's pen, in gentle stride,
Unfolds a tale of wound's embrace,
Where care and love shall find their place.
With watchful eyes, a soul's caress,
Wound's evaluation, we assess,
To fathom depth, and breadth, and hue,
A canvas raw, a glimpse anew.
A diagnosis, wise and keen,
Like stardust, healing's path we glean,
In whispers, secrets, tissues tell,
The journey starts, we know it well.
Debridement dances, swift and deft,
As shadows fade, a sigh, bereft,
From burdens old, we set them free,
With tender touch and empathy.
Then dressing, like a tender balm,
Wraps wounded hearts in soothing calm,
Protection from the world outside,
As nature and time coincide.
In every verse, this truth we hold,
Wound care is a story, yet untold,
With empathy and science's art,
We heal, we mend, each wound.
