Instead of growing
in the light and warmth of love
once so freely offered by your soul
you have grown cold
and hard and cruel
as hard as ice on diamond's edge
instead of rays of dazzling light
free to move in all the hues
of love and life

Closed, and caged, enraged
like a panther pacing in a cell
while the darkness that you hold inside
swells with all the power
of your secrets, held so deep
that come to you in sleep
and haunt the waking hours
of your constant consciousness

Vigilant, you scan the possibilities
but blinded by the dark
you can't begin to see
the hues of brilliant, living color
that imbue this tapestry of life
with calm and strife
and flow with all the colors
of the sun . . .

?Michaelette?