Types Of Suffering Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Writing plaintively in a haze of sunshine, rays touching my mind, warming it, priming it for an intense mood of allowable emotions.
Secure in who I truly am, keeping others at a distance, not wanting to be bothered at this time, because I prefer to write.
Solemnly contemplating life and it's insistence to progress into death, wondering what's the reason.
Knowing that I'll be reunited in heaven, but why? Why purgatory?
Why can't we just skip earth and go straight there?
Isn't earth enough of a hell as we try to better ourselves through all types of suffering and trials, failing miserably, we are essentially already in hell, then we die.