I wrote this poem after a weird experience. I never considered myself as a religious person, but I can never deny the realness of the expereince I had when I wrote this poem. I had been grieving for a while, because my uncle, a drug addict, committed suicide. I was mad at the world, mad at myself, and mad at a God that I never even believed in to begin with. I guess that God was able to reach me at my most vulnerable state, and that's when this poem happened. I have a hard time explaining this to people, because the experience was too intense to put into words. The best word I can use to describe it is love.