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The Cry....

as i wandered the path i choose, i heard a cry from afar. i searched as i walked for the creature this cry came from. the cry was low, and very sad. i searched onward as my feet carried me forward. never knowing from where the cry was coming from.

i continued my path and one day i realized the cry was forever with me. and this cry of dispair was getting closer as each day i traveled. past the hills, the valleys, through many villiages of people laughing and going about their routine as if they never heard this depressing cry. i stopped an old woman once, as i asked her if she did not hear the cry and why no one was searching for the source of such misery. she ignored me as if i was not there. 

 i stopped and looked at the village people continueing on with their busy lives, the cry was getting louder. no one seemed to care that somewheres out there was a creature mourning for some reason. no one dared to search for it, but all was too busy within themselves.

i continued my search walking for days through the cold stinging rain, through fog so thick i could not see where i was walking. i only had the cry to guide me. as i continued on blinded by the elements, i searched low and i searched high... never getting any closer to that desperate cry i heard for so long.

 i continue walking, searching, sometimes i felt as if the source of the cry was just over the next hill, just past the next village.... but alas, no such creature was found to be mourning as i have heard for so long. how long has it been since i first heard the cry? had it been only a day, was it several days? a week, a month.. had it been a year since i first heard that sorrowful sound piercing my ears. how can one cry with such sorrow for so long? how far have i traveled in search of this creature that cries night and day? what could have brought such misery to one? these questions which were plentiful, i had but one answer..... i had to find it. help this poor defenseless creature that cries with such pain.

i continued on walking, running at times but only grew tired and never getting any closer. where could the cry be coming from? i have heard it for a great distance in my traveles. i began to wonder if i was going mad and the sound of tears falling to mother earth was all in my mind. i walked on, consuming what i found along side the dusty road, or through the woods on a small rocky path. i hungered more and more each day. not for food, but for the desperation in finding this poor sad creature that mourns day and night. i began thinking of what could cause such a sound, was it human? maybe an animal? surely neither but either one could be the source. the cry became raspy as the crying continued.

 i walked on. day and night i walked, thinking nothing but the cry piercing my ears, piercing my soul like thousands of tiny daggers ripping at my soul, bleeding it for all its goodness. as i was about to give up my search, i heard the crying louder, as i walked it became even louder with each step. i saw a small hill in the short distance. i strained my weary eyes searching for some sign of life. as i saw a shadow in the far away distance, i began to run. running for all i was worth. have i found this poor creature that has been crying for so long? i began to run faster, my ears trained on the cry. all of a sudden.... the crying stopped. i slowed my pace to a slow walk. how can i loose this sound that has haunted me for so long? i kept walking towards the hill, the shadow swaying softly in the night, only the moon had provided me with enough light to find my way. i continued to walk towards the hill. slowly the shadow became more visable. i thought it to be a wolf  or some wild animal hunched down on all fours.

i cautiously walked on, training my ears and eyes for any sound or sight of danger. as i came closer, i found it to be a young woman kneeling by the tree. i approached her cautiously as i spoke softly to her. she had turned and smiled. the first person that has seen me in so long. i asked her if she had also heard the crying that pierces the night, howling above the noise of the busy towns, people bustling to and fro. i saw the look in her eyes as she softly spoke. she told me of her story. a story of love, and hurt. i learned that she had cried for days after the loss of the one she was with. but the tears stopped flowing.

as she sat here in the darkness, i heard the cry of great dispair once again. she dropped her head and spoke in a whisper... tis my heart crying that you heard. you have came to me when no other would.......