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