I'm White

I’m White

White like a blank piece of paper, full of possibilities

White like a blank piece of paper, meaningless until used

An unwritten story

No one notices a plain white piece of paper

It’s not special; it’s not good or bad

It’s just new

It may one day hold the most magical poem

Or a contract worth millions that changes lives

White paper has potential

It may also get jammed in the copier

And ripped to pieces then tossed aside and replaced

White paper is plentiful

Plain white pages hold little value

We don’t ask where they’ve been or where they’re going

White pages are worthless until they do something

Wrapping paper is something even before finding a gift

Recycled paper has already lived an adventure

But not white paper

White paper is nothing until it does something

It may become priceless or it may be tossed aside

Nothing is promised for white paper