Dear White Crayon,
I don't use you..like ever. Most of the time you remind in the box untouched unlike your more vibrant brothers and sisters. Yes, it's true that your siblings do more for a coloring book, but don't get discouraged. Simply because you have to find someone whom prefers black paper. There's no better color to make an inverted silhouette. A dark piece of paper that consumes all other colors, like a bottomless pit. Against all odds...you stand out and shine, literally. And so white crayon I cheer you on. Perhaps the next Van Gough would draw a white Pegasus flying through a starry night. Of the Arctic wolf howling to the full moon. Or the moonlight spilling across the bedroom floor as a child sleeps in their crib. You're the most innocent color, the purist, the most clean. But yet you're used in insane asylums. Some people call you useless or blank. Little do they know you retain every color of the rainbow. Your blindly bright. People look away but those willing hold a prism to your beams.
YOU ARE READING
The Bare Necessities
PoetryA collection of my creations varying from spoken word, poetry, short stories, and speeches.
