Eleventh Thought

It's so easy to write of sadness, it gushes forth from pen
Glues fingers to keyboard, relentlessly typing then
It soaks into the page, like blood into cloth
Flickers on screen like a fluttering moth

It's not so easy to write of happiness, it won't leave the tip of the pen
One can hardly sit still with the feeling until they leap up from the seat and
It gleams through the air and cannot be touched
It lives only in now, only fleetingly clutched

It's so easy to sing of happiness, it bursts forth like a bird
It spread good news to one and all, uplifts all who have heard
It leaves the body, yet fills the soul
It barrels forth, and leaves you whole

It's not so easy to sing of sadness, it catches fast in throat
You struggle hard to eject the shard that was so easily wrote
It tears your tonsils, gores your gums
Until you swallow it back to the pit it came from