Sharing Sorrow

How easy just to lay disturbing matter of your life onto this giant podium, in hopes that others might by reason of sheer numbers, take a look and shed a tear, perhaps you hit a moment in their lives where silence rules, when clutter's at its lowest point and altruistic deeds emerge in thoughts and then in words. How dare we, how can we hope to burden others with our sorrow then? Do they not have to bear their own, their man-made crosses, to the Mount? It must be weakness in the bones, a lack of stamina, perhaps stiff upper lip, yet it is left to us, to humans known as men to stand with courage and to never leave the ship.