Surroundings
The white crayon neglected by everyone The lowest in the box. I am an innocent daisy surrounded by weed killer. I Grow with the Sun and shrivel when disturbed by fungus. The egg in a carton that you will crack for personal need. The stick of creamy butter, fried to nothing when placed in a sizzling pan. Others are a harmfully written message in an envelope but I am the whiteout that shields the reader. I am a ripped out page in a notebook with wasted potential. But I am not trash, a wrinkle can be ironed, a fold can unfold, and a tear can be sealed. I am not ordinary limestone I am a cocooned butterfly and I will metamorphosize to polished marble.
The white crayon neglected by everyone The lowest in the box. I am an innocent daisy surrounded by weed killer. I Grow with the Sun and...