Statements flow on the wire
complete strangers sharing life
whispered honesty on the wind
all too raw for most men
both by picture and by text
sent there by the desperate
I’ll receive them with a heart
heavy with the like ailments

digital voices in their bottles
matched to faces of the past
they’re not the same as the now
it matters not for what’s been done
tableaus of their suffering
echo on my inner shell
not the same but close enough
to resonate inside my head

these are bubbles that some hate
thinking they lock in the hurt
I’ll disagree from my core
it’s really good to see the door
this room now filled by the same
seeing hope and answers both
the latter comes from company
distress conveyed and then heard

knowing that I am not alone
others suffer in this life
the joke of God is spread afar
with statements coming on the wire
those afflicted are still worthy
by their example I’m relieved
that the sharing salves my soul
perhaps one day I’ll do the same.

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