Honey born of Misfortune.

rejected by the world.
forgotten by crowds.
left behind by time.
i am standing at the ledge
of wonder and pain,
i am relearning 
my own name.
The one which has contours
etched by the hands of eternity,
which sounds like the breath
of nature lending life
to each second as it passes.

i am a tiny ripple
on the crest of a big wave
on the face of the ocean.
water stretches beyond me for miles.
i am right where the sun hits
when the light gets too intense
i will be first to evaporate.

but fear not
for soon enough
i will fall to the ground as rain.