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Silver Linings
by Amanda Worthington

Make no mistake – paradise was lost long ago

But silver linings keep us going when storms rage

And tempests are frequent these days

Their sole intent seems to be to obliterate

They are not happenstance but well-aimed blows

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The silver encases me

It helps me grow when I want to wither instead

I germinate slowly

But still, the silver draws my head up

To the promise at the bottom of Pandora’s box

Hope.

One day I’ll be a thing that mortals dread.

And they will beg me for mercy

For how were they to know?

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For me the silver lining is an earth covered in their dead

I’ll only be sated when they’ve suffered and cried and prayed and bled

And when my roots spring up from their corpses

I will tell them then that I am satisfied.

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Fiction © Copyright Amanda Worthington.
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