A candle going out in the darkness

A boat tossed and battered by the sea,

A star slowly dying out in suffocating space

All of these

are me

A single orchid amidst a garden of thorns,

a butterfly's brilliant wings flashing in the breeze

The sound of a waterfall echoing

through a forgotten valley

Every single one of these is me

A whispered plea drowned out by a thousand voices,

Another face turned downwards in a crowd

One more figure standing back in the shadows

They all are me, I say softly aloud.