Here's to the youngest of poets the dreamers shyly sharing their inner thoughts for the very first time.
Here's to the women in houses found empty for the very first time who venture to pen words held inside for decades.
Here's to the men expressing thoughts both fragile and bold sharing shame and hopes held hostage within.
And here's to the misfits the disabled, insane, addicted, depressed the lost who stumble here in hopes their most inner of fears will be read, heard, validated to assure them by the simple recognition of others that their souls do indeed exist.
To these, who are now the least of our brethren lost in this enormous unpredictable ocean of choppy writes without the experience, relationships or skills to bring their offerings to the peaks where praise is lavished freely I request we dive as someone once dove for us with an eye out for those pearls lost baring the hidden treasure of human beings.
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