Portrait

You painted a portrait The lines were severe The color was harsh No vibrance found here. Youth had diminished The sounds of goodbye Friends that were cherished Even thoughts of suicide. You painted a portrait No room for soft colors It made others frown, Misunderstand, Sometimes shutter. Does time really show In faces and clothes the map of our lives The roads that were hoed. Will one day we live and Stop pleasing the others, And walk down new Paths Climbing Mountains not gutters. You painted a portrait It's so sad to see The evidence of life Stolen from miseries. Praying for life, For God's second chance, Yet life slips away, And pain still enhanced. You painted a portrait The sadness was real. It showed in both eyes Reflected in tears. But how do you change What has happened inside? To cleanse away pain To remove all that has died? You painted a portrait Then stuck in a sparkle Could that be a sign There is still life before us? It must start in the walk And end with a jog, Climb mountains not mole hills And sing right-out-loud. Yes you can! Just believe! This could happen, you'll see! It's in the step out the door, It's in the shine of your teeth. Remove all the barriers, Repaint all the scenes That covers the shadows Rub salve on the stings. You'll be light as a feather and sing many songs, Paint pictures, write stories, Release all the flaws. You painted a portrait In the end it will be Not the tears that have fallen But the strength to succeed.