Dearest Cry,
I don't wish for you to be sorry that you made me cry... I enjoyed how you wrote so well that I was able to be in the poem as well as reading it... isn't it the poet's hope that someone else will understand and connect with what is written? I suppose I have an extreme sensitivity that allows me understanding and depth of feeling most would shy away from, but there is such great beauty in tragedies... even if we don't feel beautiful while we undergo them. The beauty is hidden until later, to be revealed by the strength that lies within the heart of the artist... the artist of words. Only words can describe emotions... pictures really can't do justice for what is felt by the heart and lived in the soul.

Blaketheme

"There's a pain
A famine in your heart
An aching to be free"