Right From Wrong
By Ashley O’Hare
Wagging fingers
Hour long lectures—
I guess I will never learn
Wrong from right.
My brain wants to find what is right.
My heart constantly anticipates a fight.
Is it better to stay quiet?
Or should I speak my mind?
Hours spent in time out
Would be more responsible with the clouds—
Letting go of the ground;
Giving optimism a chance.
Often I sit and wonder
Whose opinion should surrender.
One of us has to be wrong
At a second glance.
I will admit defeat
If you will leave my heart complete.