They have eyes that do not blink,
Words that have no sound,
Hugs that do not physically reach
All the way around.
Their shoulders are but symbolic
You cannot literally rest your head there;
They have not the power of touch
To make you feel the warmth when you are blue.
But they are as real as you want them to be
For they are not just your connections;
They are your friends
through thick and thin.
So what if a flimsy thing called a social network
Separates you from them?
In my world, they are as important
as my family, my neighbours and my soulmates.
They are bloggers, they are writers,
They are moms and they are storytellers,
They are my Facebook friends whom I have never seen:
They are my world within a world.
~ © Shailaja Vishwanath, 2015