Do you see all these pages filled with poems?

All these self declared poets crying out for their words to be heard.

A story behind each rectangle of acknowledgement.

A life, countless interactions and thoughts.

Each life, glanced over in a matter of seconds.

Are your words the ones I need to hear?

The order, the rhythm,

Breaking this shell of emotions.

Our anonymity pushing us to bare our very souls,

Each soul brushed over by pixels on a screen.

Do you see all these poets?

These fellow authors brave enough to speak out,

Scared of life, or loving it,

An electronic support system.

Faceless, nameless support when we need it most.