Truffle Trolls

People reveal the contents of their heart. drip by painful drip. It takes courage to tell the world what ails them. What hurt them-stomped them down. How they are in the process of healing. Climbing back up that brutal mountain, called self-doubt. Frayed hope-sliding back down -getting back on route. A million questions slung in the face. What is God anyway, who are the demons? What are all these strange forces in between. Major decisions to be made, crossroads if you will. Which cells to nurture-which ones to kill. Life is their brushfire; they must sprint straight into it. Dodge around it and they'll slip over the edge. So, while they drip vulnerable things from their heart, into the cold world. Some keyboard troll kneads the hurt, into their plaything. A flaccid attempt at humor? or to make themselves feel supreme? All at the sufferer's expense. These trolls are nothing but pigs. Rooting for another truffle of their endless cowardice.