you will wonder.

it will tear a hole in you.
don't argue with me about this.
it is fact.
this.
that life is full of pain and
thorn-covered cushions promising to
make you bleed
just as you get comfortable.
just as you ease into a pattern of
naivety
and
peace.
right between lunch and dinner
at 2:30
or just before bed -
that's when your face will be stunned
by the sticky slap of hurt's hand.
that's when you'll first notice
your heart.
you'll become aware of its
every
beat.
and then you will wonder
if the breathing that makes it all work
is worth it.