Of the many colours,
White so often comes
To my mind.
When I think of white,
I think of beginnings.
A clean slate, something
To start, and fill with life.
I think of the sparkling
Winter snowfall,
The flakes so beautiful
And unique, like some people.
I think of God, sitting up
Near the white clouds,
Smiling, crying, and
Feeling compassion for
His world he created.
I think of paper, the pages
Of a book, and the world
That is woven throughout
Each word.
I think of bones, and
How they keep up together.
When I think of white,
I feel a positive feeling.
Everything will
One day be right.
YOU ARE READING
Sure, Thanks, I am Fine
PoetryDepression Anxiety Insomnia Heartbreak Unloved Crazy Scared Joyful Happy Bullied Everything listed here is something I've either felt or gone through. As have many others. But is it easy to say out loud? No, it never is.
