Keep Your Chin Up

The good will seem closer if you look up

You can see silver cloud linings better this way

My mom said to look on the bright side and drink water

But it doesn’t matter if the glass is half full or half empty

If the water I am trying to drink is laced with poison

Grandma tapped my chest and said, “Goodness comes from in here”

But Grandpa was full of goodness when doctors said his heart was bad

If you just keep your chin up, the bad won’t seem so bad

Well, my chin is up, but the pain still tastes metallic

Maybe from all of my lining of clouds with silver

About the Author

Emmalee Gagnon is a twenty-year-old author who is currently an English major with a concentration in Creative Writing at Arcadia University and works as an editor for the academic journal, The Compass. She has won multiple poetry and short story contests, has three poems published in the anthology POETRY, and one in Pennsylvania’s Best Emerging Poets.