so many wanting to be seen,
to be noticed
in the too much humanity
which we inhabit.
each voice calling out,
trying sound
for the first time,
shouting through the fog,
hoping to hear
another voice calling.
our own hearts
thumping out
in rhythm with the stars
across galaxies
yet to be noticed,
yet to be seen,
yet to be heard
like all the voices calling.
so many grains of sand
in the sea,
and yet each one is unique,
different from the last,
finding the next grain
where they fit
and bond
in unity
unlike that which we have
ever seen before.
and still
we try to stand out,
to be different,
to shine brighter
than the next
without encouraging
our need to fit
tightly
and bond with
the others
in our space.
we are the same,
yet we try so hard
to be heard
over the other
grains of sand
that we do not realize
there is an ocean above us,
trying to get us
to come together.
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