Healers

By Maanya Kaur Sethi

She was messed up, drained and dead inside, But still, she would look up and smile wide

Messed up notes, uncapped pens, dried inks, books of phycology scattered here and there while she tried to hide the pain,

Books wet with tears of lies,

She was hurt, you could see it in her eyes.

And then one day, there was a knock in her heart

She saw some people out, they said "we'll make a new start"

"Come in" she said

In the hopes of not being bluffed again and for the first time

When she opened the windows of hope

It was the timid rays, she saw the sun rising,

For the first time, it wasn't agonizing And she loved it

These people are termed "friends".

Those who give you the immense joy that never ends ,to not run to shelter but dance in the rain.

To wave at strangers, to not let it all in vain,

To vibe to music in public and dance away

To laugh at problems and seize them so they don’t ruin

your day.

They taught her all, It's the magic a friend holds

And she felt that all the truths, only to them, she could unfold.

By Maanya Kaur Sethi