My Canvas
With broad brushstrokes I paint my life
The colours I choose are preordained
The canvas is long and wide, polar white
I start from the beginning as well I might
With careful regard for every detail
I paint the canvas with extra care
My colours blur and blend to tell the tale
Of a life so short put up for sale
In the midst of colours vibrant and bright
Is a patch deep and dark, nearly a stain
As the canvas tells the story, it does hold true
The darkness is a rough patch, searching for a new
The middle of the canvas is colourful and bright
With much left untouched, story yet to be told
If it is true that sunshine follows rain
The next page of my life will have all been worth the pain
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