Silver Threads

Find the silver-lining and weave a path from it.

Photo by Alexander Andrews on Unsplash

In trying times 
I cling to the shadow 
of a silver-lining. 
If it's too dark 
to find I use the light 
from fading embers 
within myself 
for guidance 
and pray
I'm fast enough 
to catch a glint
before a bolt of cold 
happenstance 
steals away the last 
crumb of warmth. 

I'll spin tools of faith 
from my silver-lining—
a sword that fits perfectly 
into the neck of disquiet—
and share them with anyone
without the means 
to thread their own needle.

In exchange 
I only ask 
for solidarity
worth more 
in weight 
than a dragon 
that exhales fire 
and pandemonium
from its nostrils. 

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