White Crayon

Despondent Crayola crayon
wearing the label "white?"
Makes the children wary,
using him wouldn't be right.
What's the actual need
For a crayon such as he?

Desiring to be used,
patiently waiting for his turn.
Boxed, unmentioned, unnoticed
"Hold me in your hands," he yearns.
Look past the colorlessness,
pick, choose, want this!

He finally got his break-
A break that led to brokenness.
The child melts half of his body away,
Her sweaty hands now holding less.
The other half rolls to darkness
The white to be covered and never missed.