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It’s Hard to Right

It’s hard to write when things are right,
when emotions are not wrapped up tight.
When I am calm and life is full.
It’s hard to right when things are cool.

It’s hard to burst apart in words,
when songbirds and laughter are all I’ve heard.
when a warm kiss awaits my return home.
It’s hard to right when I do not feel alone.

It’s hard to reach down deep inside
As smiles replace the tears I’ve cried.
When everything seems to be going my way.
It’s hard to write nothing to say

It’s hard to right the many wrongs
we mask in lyrics to our songs
or weave among the poem’s verse.
It’s hard to right things that could get worse.