gradient white

In my unfinished draft of my poem gradient, i'd forgotten to post this also unfinished draft of the white portion. I've no idea where it goes. or how it really fits in. but here it is, in it's unfinished splendor....




When everything was white
I was but a girl
Touched but not yet penetrated
By the evils of this world.

How was it that the light touched me?
I simply can't remember
But every now and again
The darkness in me trembles

But in me there is hope
For a miraculous transformation
In me there is faith