silver linings

 a post inspired by this lovely photo.



[ photo via pinterest ]

sitting
swinging
singing

head bowed
arms hanging
voice low

thinking
blinking
shrinking

gears turning
eyes wide
shoulders slumped

where did it all go?

* * *

She doesn't want to look up, only for her eyes to find the dark and terrible surroundings she calls her world. She doesn't want to go back, to the dwelling where words were spoken and exchanged but never taken back. She doesn't want to sit there forever. But that seems like the best option right now.

While she swings, she listens and thinks, sings and sinks, the only company she has is the rag doll under her fingertips.

It looks worn--just like her.

And torn--again, like her.

And used--just. like. her.

Yet loved--a foreign feeling that has been wasted.

She lifts her head to look up at the dark sky, wishing the clouds would split apart and act merciless upon her. Instead, they seem as if to slowly zip open, lightly letting down a few droplets at a time. She lets a small smile slip from her lips, suddenly wondering why her mood matches the weather--dark and gloomy, overcast and sad. She doesn't have to feel this way. She doesn't have to act this way. Things don't have to be bad--and maybe they aren't as bad as it seems.

Something catches the little light that seeps through the storm clouds, and she feels her lips stretching.

It's the silver lining, she thinks. The silver lining that every cloud has.

are your linings silver? || inspiration has finally been sparked

thanks for reading. <3

xoxo,

Rose

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