What is it about our melancholic states that brings out the most creative poetry of words we love?
Is it due to the quiet introspection that gives us time to think of such words of the heart and soul?
Is it the fevered bursts of inspiration, driven by a muse that feeds on our own turbulent emotions?
Or is it simply just a single moment of enlightenment in our lives that allows us to grasp the beauty of truth that is shared by all our kin, when we ourselves walk in the dark?
When words that are meant to echo our own despair translate into powerful images of our heart and soul, it is one thing to dwell on the feelings of those heart wrenching moments; it is quite another to form bonds with whomever is touched by those powerful images. In our desperate cry for redemption and salvation, we may not have the wisdom of the moment to find our way out of that darkness.
But cries have a funny way of reaching those that would only understand too well the wisdom we need. In those moments, your poetry becomes our candle in the night. In those moments, we are drawn to the warmth of your tears and the beating of your shattered heart. In those moments, we are your friends and we are here to stand by you in the night, at least until that dawn comes.
As it always does, one day at a time.