knowledge

The first sip burns —
bitter, sharp, it carves
a trench in your heart.
The world opens wide,
too vast, too broken,
and you taste the weight of it all.
Truth presses heavy on your chest,
and suddenly,
ignorance was a softer bed.

But drink deeper.
The glass has more to give.
In the depth of the struggle,
you find sweetness —
not in the facts or the loss,
but in the acceptance of both.
At the bottom of knowledge
lies joy,
quiet and patient,
waiting for you to see
that the ache was always
part of the cure.