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Mary’s little friend

Oct 17, 2022
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By Sudiksha Gupta





Mary had a little friend,

He was as dark as a moonless night

And everywhere that Mary went,

He followed her like a parasite


One day, Mary was beaming as she got great news

Her dream, her life goal was just one step away

When her friend loomed over her shoulder,

And whispered, “Mary, all of this is useless anyway."




Her smile suddenly faded,

She realized that it was true

Her future looked bleak and dark,

Like a dark tunnel, she couldn’t pass through


Her friend told her she should not try,

Mary agreed, accepted that she wasn’t the right fit

He hugged her tight and whispered,

“Yes, my girl, you know you don’t deserve it."


Mary was miserable and tears rolled down her cheeks

But time went by and he grew stronger

While Mary kept losing a part of her in that tunnel,

As he was the one who kept pushing her in deeper


Alone with her thoughts, Mary lay sleepless at night

Within her friend’s deep and warm embrace,

She lost her smile, her joy, her spark

She was now left with a dark, sullen face


“Nothing even matters anymore,” she kept telling herself

And he cooed, “Yes, that is true my sweet dear."

Tired of trying, Mary decided to give up

She gave in to his words and his voice of fear.


Her mind played games with her

She felt broken, disappointed, and worthless

“I don’t deserve this; I can’t be happy”

But she forgot she was the same old bubbly Mary, nevertheless


Only if Mary knew she wasn’t alone,

Only if she could hope for light at the end of her tunnel

She just had to take the first step and take a deep breath,

And accept the fact that she was, in fact, very lovable.


By Sudiksha Gupta




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