The picture of you

To paint a picture of your face,
So easily I would do .
All dark would be the anger,
All painfully showing you.
The burden of your life with us
Would readily shine through

The faded colors,

reds and golds ,
would be our faded passion
once lit like a fire,
now of me

you've grown tired
Just as I am
now
with your flogging
of my spirit
you drag me down ...

But now I stand!

I refuse ,
To be undone ,
If I'm with you.

Today I speak !
Today I change!
And wonder what life
will arrange...
For today ,
For tomorrow,
For forever ...
will it mean sorrow?