When I cry with tear on my cheeks

The sun will not withhold its light

Nor the moon its worship

laborers never cease their duties

nor children abandon laughter and play

yet with each tear my love and anguish speak

whether heard or muted

the world has changed

And hearts beat simultaneously slower

Each drop falls to enlighten thee

I can not stay and be the same

I will not go till you see

May my tears enlighten thee

This is my better late than never for missed exhibit Hope for those who suffer in April of this year. I too am a lifelong sufferer, and know that the need to acknowledge the pain of one who is in the throws is paramount to the healing process. So many will say I do not understand, and that matters not. Heck even I don't understand but will cry out everyday until you know and acknowledge the struggle ahead and behind me.

Mixed media comprised of decorative papers of indian papers, drawing,with color pencil, ink, graphite and mica (tears). Beautifully finished with polished beeswax.