This was my true poetic reply when someone asked me, why should they even write anymore because no one read's them anyway. Their words, not mine. So I in question form to make them think is why I wrote this & mentioned some of the reasons that I write. Plz don't misunderstand the last 2 paragraphs. In no way is my intention to lead a reader to believe; that I bleed to redo what God did or because His was not good enough. My intention is to imply that I write because my heart is sore and pierced by the inhumanity of this world. That's it, no more and no less. In no way I'm I trying to make a comparison to me and Him being alike. My metaphor only means, I write about the sadness & hurt through my blood(which is my metaphor for ink in this particular piece. Blessings and Love.