I enjoyed this write for its candidness and spiritual confession. The opening line speaks volumes to the truth about pain and life. For what would our existence be without pain? How would anyone understand joy without it?
The epiphany in this piece turns on the question about why God does not strike you dead? Perhaps there is more to pain than suffering?
i once read that a poem is never finished just abandoned... and i go by this quote with both what i write and what i read... you might wonder why i started this critque in such a way but i just wanted to let you know my mind set before reading this...
now i liked this one and i have to wonder about the frequency in which you post your writings... and i feel like maybe you'd get more writes like this if you sat and tweaked one then just writing as many as you can and seeing what some jack off (who just wants you to comment on what they wrote) has to say.