Mother of Sorrows

I despise Mother for creating this world of suffering.
If She is truly the architect of creation… I stand against Her.

But… with each curse I hurl at Her,
She only claps her hands and falls over laughing.

I bite her ankle, this Mother of Sorrows, this Architect of Hell,
And she pulls me to Herself, tickling.

Snarling, kicking, giggling, all at once,
I struggle to get my hands around her throat.

“I hate you for creating this world of sorrows.” I scream.

She stops tickling, stops laughing, and all of creation grows Silent.
And in the sudden Stillness She whispers…

“That is why I Love you so.”