The tide comes in

Violent and busy,

Pushing itself among the rocks.

Each attempts to crest their brother,

Crying out and reaching for the sun,

And all I am able to ask is for,

While the effort to crush

Is dominating others,

One to hear my story for an

Ounce of understanding like a

Flash in the pan, a drop in the ocean,

A glance between two people

In a crowded room, and then

Moving forward, alone,

Towards finding another.