I sit here, watching the words fly by.
Just things that another has said,
But never do I ever join in to speak.
I watch as the words fly past my eyes,
And I know that none of them are mine.
I sit there, with my hand above the keys,
The keys to communication, to others,
But never are they pushed downwards,
Never do the keys ever form my words,
I sit there, and pause to think about this.
I sit there, wanting to say something,
So I do, I think, I talk, I join in,
I type a word here on my screen,
A simple greeting, nothing more,
But it is enough as I watch it come up.
I sit there, thinking about my choices.
I have joined in, but now am nervous
of how my words may be received.
I sit there in silence, waiting for a while,
But then there it is a flicker of hope.
I sit there, someone has replied,
I smile with great joy, happy now
That I know someone likes my words.
I watch as they talk back, and I reply.
I was a lurker, and now am not.
I am a part of this conversation.