Was it a kiss ?

 

                                                    Photo by Peter Thomas on Unsplash

Was it a kiss... or a slap in the face?

That missed bus.

That fall in the crowd

while laughter rang out louder than concern.

That loss that hollowed you 

did it break you,

or make room

for something you hadn't met yet?

Life wraps its hardest lessons in soft colors.

Pain arrives dressed as ordinary Tuesday.

And sometimes you don't know 

whether to grieve

or to kneel in gratitude.

Because rejection can be protection.

Failure can be formation.

The end can be

just life 

turning your face

toward a different light.

So you sit with it

every missed chance, every bruise, every goodbye

still warm in your hands.

And still you wonder 

was it a kiss?

Or a slap in the face?