I'll heal,
When the birds will sing,
I'll heal,
When the kaleidoscopic butterfly will kissed the sun streaked sky,
I'll heal,
When the clouds will rain purity and tranquility,
I'll heal,
When the moonlight will caress my scares,
I'll heal,
When the dew drops will glimmer and settle on my palms,
I'll heal,
When the monsoon inside me will no longer snarl,
I'll heal,
When the white lines will break scattering colors in the sky to glorify lives everywhere,
I'll heal,
When the sun sets to mark thee beginning of dusk,
I'll heal,
When i am me,
I'll heal,
When it is meant to be.
This poem was written by one of my friends named Meenal Khurrana and myself as a combined piece.
I wanted to post it over here to show the beauty that two minds can create even in the darkest of their days.
It is also a gratitude letter to my friend for making my tenth grade a beautiful time in my life. Thank you Meenal.