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May 2015
I am waiting for my silver lining
I have been watching the sun hide behind clouds for months now
Gazing into its bright corners where blinding serpents lay, encouraging the empty hearted
I often tell myself that my silver lining is coming
That no matter the negative electricity illuminating the grey confines of my bedroom where cigarette ashes stain the carpet and sheets
That right on the precipice of this hopeless situation, I will see my silver lining, I just know it
I have grown up with the theory that if you impersonate happiness, it will sew itself into your skin and you just might convince your problems that you better off without them
But I have learned that when it's authentic
Pure, raw, effortless joy, that's your silver lining
And I am waiting, patiently, for mine
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   Colleen McGill
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