June 26, 2010
Characters: Renee Walker
A/N: So this is one of many poems that I wrote while I was away at camp. Read, review, enjoy, review, and read again.
A Single Droplet
At the end of the day,
I am nothing but a single droplet,
Careening towards earth with
One thousand of my closest friends,
Never acknowledged except
When part of the grand scheme of life.
At the end of the day,
I am nothing but a single droplet,
So easily misplaced and
So easily forgotten
Never mourned except when
Other droplets are thrown into the mix.
At the end of the day,
Who will be there
To celebrate,
To mourn?
Who will be brave enough to stick out their neck
For a single droplet?
At the end of the day,
I am nothing but a single droplet,
Going down fast,
Like so many others.
How can one pick a single grain out of the sand?
How can one take a single drop of rain
From the lineup
Out of so many others?
How can one treasure a single lost soul
When other souls are waiting to be found?
Impossible.
And yet…
I hope for a day
In which it is possible
To distinguish a single droplet
From millions of others,
In which a human is there
To appreciate each drop as it comes
Before its chance is snatched away.
But this dream is useless.
What good is it to save
A single droplet?
At the end of the day,
I am nothing but a single droplet,
Spinning towards blackness,
Hoping someone will be there to
Break my fall.
At the end of the day,
There's only so much I can ask for.