My Color...White: A Poem

White is who I am not.
I can create so many different feelings
in anyone viewing me.

In the eyes of someone staring at me,
I may appear like a terrified deer
waiting to be hunted.
Pallor is how they would describe me.

In the eyes of a child I may bring a smile
and enjoyment as they make a mountain
and slide off my glimmering sheerness.

On the mere pages that I am written
on I may be stared upon as being blank.

When I am at the altar I bring joy and tears
of happiness to those who gaze at me.

I may bring sadness or anger to those
who think of me as a color in a human race
and not see me for what I really am.

I may appear colorless to some
and yet to others I am what brings
them wholesomeness in all that they do.

Colorful is who I am...