A drop of oil (poem)

The rain poured down that night,

and I stood alone on the bridge,

watching the river's waters crash onto a boulder,

enveloping its grey surface in a wet embrace.

My tears felt at home there alone amongst the waters.

None could separate them from the rain,

none except for me as I wept.

Water is both feared and revered,

the giver and the taker of life,

welcome all across the world's surface.

To be one with it is to belong,

and that night I was an alien to the world,

too strange to be welcome,

a drop of oil in the seas of society.

But I could not change myself into a human

just as oil could never become water.

Some things can never be changed.

And so, for all my tears, I remained,

a blessing far more than a burden

although my eyes could not see this:

everyone feels like an alien sometimes.

-Zero