There's always a silver lining, or so they say. Is there one to a hot day? To a day where you feel so sick, so hot, so disgusting, that death seems close enough to whisper in your ear? Can you smell that salt? The salt of tears? Or is the salt of sweat from all my hard work? I stand here and look over that feild to watch over people who don't even pretend to like me. They look away because of my lineage, because I don't have the exact same roots they do.
What's the point of being here? Why should I come to show support to those who wouldn't help me, even if my heart should cease to beat? What point would ever come of that?
Would they ever take the sword from my hands if I were to fight? If I were to run away, do you think they would lift a hand to bring me back?
I think not.
They wouldn't look after me if my family were to be lost. They would give me money sure, but comfort, not in a million years.
So why should I go and show my support, be part of their family, when they don't want to be mine?
Where's the silver lining here? |
Submission Name: Silver Lining
