Statements come from the screen
those few strangers sharing life
opening windows if not doors
streaming voices to my ears
paced for rushed attention spans
the trail extends beyond my sight
a steady stream I’ve pursued
now I return to pay homage

I consumed them in short time
desire informed by my lack
by the knowledge of who I was
hunger sated in mirror’s face
honesty on the whispered wind
more than most would relate
these voices from the rabbit holes
too brave by twice in utterance

targets for both good and bad
at the worst the trolls come out
unaware of the truth
the gold I find is their dross
tableau of pure suffering
are echoes of an inner space
not the same but close enough
as I’m roused to wave back

now my statements are put forth
sympathy turned to reverence
as I join the pioneers
still upright with wounds concealed
tilting windmills that stand tall
it’s enough to share a nod
affirming tears borne of growth
conveying comfort with my smiles.

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