I am but one little globe amongst billions of stars, one sun, one moon,
one life amongst billions of lives, and yet, just a miniscule spec
of dust floating with billions upon the currents of wind which thrash me
to a fro, finally leaving me to settle beneath mud and ash, where the
darkness reigns supreme.
I am nothing more than an insect, preyed upon by carnivors, cannibals
who feast themselves upon my feelings and emotions, my flesh, my soul,
filling their bellies with delight, and taking pleasure in their forboding
lack of love, compassion, while my remnants slowly digest within the hidden
confines of their bowls.
I am feared by them though I know not why, chastized, ridiculed,
tormented, lashed and nailed to a cross, crucified for my convictions,
for being different, for not conforming to their notions of who I should be,
but who do they think they are, to be so bold as to take my life into
the palms of their hands, to mercilessly squeeze it with all their might,
depriving me of those things which they themselves demand, while they
sit back in the comfort of their own little worlds, gloating in their
rightousness, judging and condemning me though they know not who I am?
I am nothing more, than one drop of water in a bucket to them, take me
hither and cast me to the wind, and my one, little drop, shall be missed
but for that istant from the pool, only to be filled by another, little drop.
I am denied my livelihood, my contentment, my happiness…
All because I am different…
And because I am only…
One Life, One Soul, One Little Drop.
© February 16, 1999