The passion of black and white

Today it is raining and I am lost
Not depressed as one might expect on such a day
I've been kicked into that pit before and climbed out hand over fist
But in the nebulous funk of truth and lies and electronic devices
I have no pithy Haiku
There is no unconditional ear-
My mother has crossed the line from being helpful in my life to being protected from it.
I have noone else's husband to tell me I'm great
I absorb the quiet in my life
this is preceived as less passionate than those who are vibrant and outspoken
but there is no deception in my actions
when I am with you, it is you that I am with
I don't think that needs to be loud to be heard
I could never sustain two watered down lives
Slogging through the emotions of both
All that passion diluted to
ironically mediocre