Heal

Heal The story starts And I am sitting near the reef. Quaint, nominal With no grief. There you came, Silent, like a thief. Flabbergasted when you said That you’ll heal. Marking your words I felt relief. Absorbing your empathy I felt lithe Lifted me up When I had a broken heel Refurbish my conscience, But, it was a short term deal. Filled with hostility was Your Nadir, your zenith Construe like a contusion Is my skin, I feel. You didn’t cure You didn’t heal You hindered the wounds Hidden in my soul beneath The story ends When you leave I became furtive and You, the secret I conceal. (Or everything I just revealed) ~Apoorva.