The Loneliness Of A Long Distance Writer

I have written a lot
about the follies of my youth,
the misdirection of my childhood,
even writing about how I attempted
to 'come out' as 'gay' on my own,
not knowing of any 'gay community'
to join when I 'came out' to myself. 
Not knowing where the writing
was going until it got there. 

Coming out, what I found most
was a lot of isolated men,
for whom 'family had not worked' 
who were attempting to make a virtue
of working their way out of their isolation.

Most of my writings had some minor therapeutic value,
where a therapist, and a community to form an attachment to,
would have served me better. No matter, as I inherit my present
in the age of digital media, where neighbours use WhatsApp
to avoid giving each other eye contact whilst talking to each other,
my poor man's therapy seems to be very popular variant
of the sort of avoidance that has stalked the ages.